Loins, still in the night, quiver ongingly, knowing how it could be
Begging mercifully as dark images frightfully malinger, to record misery
I feel the brush of swift hands that offer to help me pleasurably
Whence they wantonly come--and why--is truly no mystery to me
The miasma of desires, unfulfilled, steals away the very solace of my sleep
I’ve exchanged vows with One who alleviates discomfort for keeps
How could I rise to the pulpit come morn
And tear down the earthly temples of porn?
I rise, take a cold shower, then fall to my knees:
“Give me strength to preserver . . . help me Lord . . . please.”
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Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2004
Powerful write. I like the way your are working this different thoughts :-)
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
In "A Touch of Your Presence" are words that would inspire, encourage and strengthen one's soul when faced with challenges and difficulties and to know the awesomeness of God's power.