The last lie I told lay exposed as it fell from my lips —
naked before the sharp and smiling stares,
now not just of disrespect, but contempt.
Years ago that was, and I burn with shame still.
And when I burn another way — as men are known to do —
I know these eyes belong to God
but I live in a body and I have no wife,
and my heart is broken, and I’m alone.
I have the habit of solitude, learned from ancient betrayals.
It’s a reflex now, quick flight and refuge,
stomped out exile of focused rage.
And more than peace, sometimes, I want revenge.
I’m not a humble man, but swift and strong, and proud.
And pain I can’t ignore I store up,
and facts I can’t recall I look up,
and I don’t ask for help and won’t accept it.
But what will I do
when I burn
with shame,
and desire,
and rage?—
and when I crumple
with weakness?
I will put on the armor of God
and bind myself in truth
and wrap my heart in righteousness
and follow the path of peace
and put my faith in God.
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It's hard to just say it flat out, but this is, or course, an application of Ephesians 6:11-17. Take a look at it.
J
Friday, December 16, 2005
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