These crowded loves, this worldly mood
Such thoughts, such spirits my mind construed
Of loss, and fear, and friends, and doubt
Because to worries, my time is devout
From heart to mouth, foul mishaps spout.
Akin to a familiar room at night
When things feel no discerning light
These things only, which cannot cleave
To one unless one chooses to believe
The monsters, imagination strays to conceive.
Or forest trees, arms reaching out
And snagging the one who is in doubt
Of where to go to find some safety
To escape this world of treachery
Instead, to live peaceably
This journey for a way through
A search for peace thats pure and true
Leads many places, many ways
Toward music, objects, or busy days
Anything at all, for the mind amaze
But I've found something, a path narrow
Lead by Light only faith can know
Filled with God's peace, the only One
Though sometimes from Him, we run
We're daily saved by the death of God's Son.
Yet His death is never the end
For He was able to transcend
The death, and live again, to save
The world from their own sorry grave
And become no longer the devil's slave.
2 comments:
Hehehe I almost had to use a dictionairy... lol jk
I really like the style; it is kind of old fashioned and really well written!
Yup! that's partly the idea, I was inspired to write this way after learning a LOT about poetry in English this year. It was almost supposed to be difficult to understand. :D
Thanks!
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