There are a lot of gifts in me
If only I discover
But all I do is look at the world outside of me
Overlooking the joy that is near
Between me and my peace
Lies a certain kind of fear
That tells me not to carry
What means to me so dear
I seek a joy that is fleeting
Running away from the knowledge of myself
This world has joys my heart is after
And my soul cries out instead.
It is difficult to let go
Once what has done my senses in
Does my life have any purpose then?
If senses all but end in sin
Am I really free to be?
They say you can do what you please
If my conscience cannot prick me
I am enslaved by the darkness, no light to see the breeze
I seek what is easy
But gain is only for the brave
I can try many things lest I be a fool
Sickness leaves my soul deprave.
So put my heart at peace
If pursuit of pleasure is so vain
What for is pleasure if so deceiving?
Why don’t You fill me with your grace instead?
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4 comments:
Beautiful poem! I enjoyed reading it!
understood as much as i could ....still reading it again n again...tc,,,thanx
Truly true
Your words Brew.
Absolutely true because the joys we are looking for in the world are the materialistic pleasures we seek for. While true joy is the Spirit of god in your heart.
St Agustine said,"Our hearts are made for you Lord. They'll never find, never find, never find rest until they find the rest in you."
So let's search for true joy in our hearts and you will find it. Knock at the door of your heart and it will open the doors of abiding joy.
very nice poem
and the words in it are so true.
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