Poetry

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Shunning light
And all the gifts with which it graced my soul
I choose
A prize resting in desire’s hand

I cared not the right or wrong
Seeking pleasure
Only in the beating of the heart
That choosing you would bring

The stage lay bare
Containing only me
Unseen the myriad of witnesses
Or the souls on which my fruited deed might fall

But unseen ears
And grasping taloned hands
Well knew how best my deeds to employ
Against love, against Heaven’s Own light

And thinking only of my want
I stepped upon the page of another’s desperate plan
Becoming ink within betrayal’s pen
Scrawling ‘sold’ in letters black

Upon untold souls
Where a crimson flood would flow
Would stamp ‘redeemed’
Were not my deeds by other hands engaged

Carried by the tides of time
In ripples ever reaching shores I’d never dreamed
My careless act, my selfish choice
By unseen hands became the perfect foil

Wounding hearts
In heav’n above and earth below
All because I turned a deafened ear
And swallowed whole the fruit of my desire


(2 Samuel 12:14)


© 21 April 2004
DeAnna L. Brooks

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