Sunday, November 27, 2011

Poetry Sunday ~ Seasoned Spirit

Job 8: 13 So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:
Seasoned Spirit

The lights are all lit,
candles aglow
that time of year
this I know.

The brisk wind blows
the chill is biting
consumers all flustered
grabbing and fighting.

So sad a day;
he follows the ghoul
beaming in pride
he looks the fool.

Walk in the spirit
a troubled task,
for those who try
the dark ones mask.

There’s more hidden
within the season
than walking around
always people pleasin’.

You hold the key
the spiritual walk;
choosing wisely
with whom you talk.

Your words will fall
on deafened ear
if you’ve faked the path
that was all laid clear.

Choose the stone
on the gravelly road
to spiritual growth
the Lightened load.

Settling on
the lonely clique
leaves you outside
the righteous pick.

December comes
seasons unfold;
remember your spirit
don’t tag it as sold!

Light and Love
Warmth and Joy.
Trust and faith
are yours to deploy!

Job 20:5 That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?


benning said...

"Light and Love
Warmth and Joy.
Trust and faith
are yours to deploy!"

Indeed! Another well-written poem, Ma'am! :D

Stormcrow said...

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

joni said...