Choosing – The Crossroads

Choosing – The Crossroads

 

 

Just when did apostasy consume my soul?

In the waning emptiness beside the coals,

When the fires stoked, and my heart was cold,

The vacuum of it rapt in a sick stranglehold

 

And being unfazed by the currents of woe,

With freedom’s vigor atop an augury’s scroll

With one wing removed away from the fold,

I dabbled in breaking the strings and their holds.

 

I bettered my thresholds with sweetened libation

Ignoring the strongholds of hell and damnation

Engaged in a fiery, salacious sensation,

so blind and unfettered, with firm observation.

 

I broke every moral and all my foundations,

In the unholy quest for full liberation

Now kneeled at the pulpit, in need of salvation

Encaged by contrition, and lost in temptation

 

In the strident resonance of broken down faith,

Alone in the darkness, alone, where I wait.

Who at all, if I cried out, would covet my plate?

What forming of terror would grant me such fate?

 

A creature of fire with wings dipped in black

the jealousy type that craves what they lack.

To hear my afflictions with rich cognac

Then tip up a cup and throw their hands back.

 

Or perdition’s new imp deliriously spelled,

staggering upon the red flags of hell.

To heed of the doldrums my wit has dispelled,

the sins I have worn like a pinstriped lapel.

 

They race for my innards my anima link,

My connection to God has suffered a chink.

The chains that have bound me are starting to clink

With darkness awakened, the light craved a wink.

 

When distortion had sired to secondhand cynics

those scoffing for power who sponsored such gimmicks,

And only provided the partisan mimics

As their “witness,” himself came with stealthy limits.

 

In the darkest of hours with the wicks now removed

Where the candles of faith have all been abused

I mused of the notion of angels unmoved,

So willing to beckon in sunlit renewal.

 

The vessel I cherished, my vault of beliefs,

Has too long been empty in need of relief

Been tricked with conceit misled to deceive,

Naïve to perceive that there was no reprieve.

 

I begged towards the heavens in hopes to achieve

Proceed and receive the proper release.

Surreal was this meeting with heaven’s elite;

degrees that were taken so we all agree.

 

The room was a dream or so it would seem,

The angels appeared like bright swirling beams

The demons permitted, with reams full of schemes,

my soul in the balance to decide on regimes.

 

The angels had opened, “Don’t fear of my sheen.

We are here with the Lord to help you believe.”

The demons then countered with something extreme,

“I’m not here to buy you, no need to demean.

 

I see you’ve shown interest in something unclean,

Where pleasure is measured, if you know what I mean.

The queen is your servant your lust figurine

But I need your John Handcock for us to proceed.”

 

An inkblot elixir, a touch of my whole

That’s all they requested in reaching their goal.

Then as a large outline begat aureoles

an angel, spread winged, tapped into my soul.

 

At the crag of existence cleft in-between fields

With the compendium of heaven laid out unconcealed

The seraph presented my feelings revealed

He showed me the warring in God’s battlefield.

 

He told me I mattered and He never forgot,

pointing toward heaven with much food for thought.

He said your His fighter, His armed juggernaut

I said I’m a sinner, he said fear not.

 

You are always with Him in times wrong or right

You never gave up, came back to His fight

You of all people with caretaking might

Must rest in His kingdom and live by the light.

 

Although quite compelling I must contemplate.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve fiddled in faith.

In the past I had kept it, boxed up in a crate

Buried in the caverns where my souls still awaits

 

Like the translated chapters of saints and of priests

In the poetry of Milton, where paradise ceased

The perpetual conflict that’s since been released

Is nothing real short of the home of the beast

 

The beast I believed was a make believe aim

The pride of irrational, non-skeptical fame.

On the wings of a prayer where doubt plays the game

I envisaged of God and the devil the same.

 

In pros and in cons I brainstormed my doubts.

Asking myself if my believing held clout

It’s said at his lowest, man will soon find his route

back up into heaven with his soul re-endowed.

 

In the dungeon of solace where I questioned belief,

If to me, non-compliance was a critical thief

To rebuild strong my faith from a pile of debris

To stitch all the holes that were tattered in grief.

 

I once shunned the angels and purged all the beasts

I set up my baffles and envisioned a caprice

When the flood gates were empty dry and deceased,

I knew God was vital in establishing peace.

crossroads

 

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

4 thoughts on “Choosing – The Crossroads

  • February 19, 2018 at 1:01 PM
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    Great rhyme and very well phrased verse, Paul. I like how you can tell a story with poetry, it shows great skill and mastery of words. Well done.

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    • February 21, 2018 at 7:55 AM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis. Im glad you enjoyed it.

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  • February 19, 2018 at 9:10 PM
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    Yes, great phrasing Paul as always, and the matters of belief and faith are complex right down to the understanding of opposites: black and white, right or wrong, good or bad. All delivered by religion, all different in perception. Nice work.

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    • February 21, 2018 at 7:57 AM
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      Thank you so much Tony. More and more it seems like this is a relevant topic. Glad you enjoyed it.

      Reply

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