A prosem (prose-ish poem?) from the archives.
Dedicated to all my jelly-donut eating friends:
there is magic i cannot muster
i see it in your eyes
yet you have no face
i taste it on your lips
though mine are parched
you tempt then delude
as if nothing is amiss
as if this longing is sweeter
than what i already have
what He already gave me
depart dark-winged angel
your deception is unveiled
the sugar you proffer is tainted
the vision you paint has dried up
your lies are scattered
in the hot wind of blackened flames
disintegrating in the white hot light
of Christ in me
praise Him!
and Him alone!
