Desires of a Sinful Heart
Desires of a Sinful Heart
The valley lights they never fade
Yet darkness washes over me
Remote my place, His severed aid,
Removed me from the covered trees
The safety underneath His wing
The warning signs were loud and clear
Each night of black, the fire stings
Respawned in blaze in such nightmares
And my body poisoned with hate,
Gradually ceasing to endure,
Boundless worms have chosen to sate,
My soul charred in pieces obscured.
The Pits of Gehenna call forth
And confessors confess their sins
like the steady flame to a moth
the furnace burns their flapping wings
But the fire does not consume
It serves as an emblem of woe
Existing but in utter ruin
as slaves to act the endless show.
Instead of burning out we fade,
Away to unknowing, to life,
A life in quarantine’s sick shade,
Lacking the gratitude to thrive
The desires of a sinful heart
The demand for independence
Hinders choice, for God’s love to start,
by promoting nonattendance.
To destroy one’s ability
To love, to have joy, to know God
Sinful desire must trump willfully
And with outer darkness applaud.
This must be what one feels when they
Repudiate God and Heaven
Hell is the self-effacing way
One falls out of love with God’s beckon.
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Very emotive and well penned work, Paul. Well done.
Thank you so much Phyllis. Have a great weekend
A poignant work Paul with some great imagery and wordplay. How lost so many souls, in this world of limits; unseen the potential for an ascendant heart, and where love reaps life. Nicely done my friend.
Thank you so much my friend, there are so many interpretations of what hell is, this is just one of the many i imagine it to be like. Thank you again
A very vivid interpretation of what Hell may be like, Paul. I hope I never find out for myself. Well written.
Paul, this is profound, and filled with such depth. I really needed to ponder your poem carefully because your message is such an important “life or death” issue. Yes, The Good Lord gives us our own Free Will because this is what we want, yet in this freedom, we allow our desires to control and take leadership. The Lord weeps at our decisions. I am a sinner for sure. His Mercy and Faithfulness is Lifegiving. Your poem has such beautiful rhythm to it; for a moment, I almost found myself singing your words. Brilliant!