lover, liar

***

What is this heart of man

that love he does, but only for a while;

this body shaped and tan

that finishes grotesque, deranged, defiled?

 

What is this rumbling cry

that speaks from chasms visceral, unseen;

these voices grim and dry

that promise white but bring only unclean?

 

What is this sodden trail

(so brilliant shining when we first set out)

that soon as eyes do fail

begins to steer me through the land of drought?

 

What is the thirst of man

that sees and drinks and drinks ’til all is gone;

the fickle heart of man

that, after loving, leaves the loved alone?

 

What hateful thing to be

that only loves as long as he is pleased.

His only hope can be

That One would come from this to set him free.

***

So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand. For I delight in the law of God, in my inner being, but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?       – Romans 7 : 21 – 24

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