Of Vice and Men

Fallen victim to ennui,

As they ready another pitch;

Fire with which to besiege,

And engulf her wayward spirit—

Yet conscience... is one's true, earthly penalty,

When he's engaged in sinful act;

His own body becomes carceral to a degree,

With the only luxury being that of regret.

Hasn't she suffered enough already?

Misguided in their purpose—

What right have they,

In this latest conquest?

The covenant's been forsaken in pursuit of frivolity,

As the deadlier sins of the world manifest;

We've all, at one time or other,

Fallen short of the Glory—

Flat upon once flared chest;

But because He died on Calvary...

We can tarry... and not perish.

You grew complacent;

Conformity grew more stifling;

The walls closed in,

And you rebelled like a defiant teen—

You know that isn't your penchant,

And you mustn't allow yourself to be preened,

By the specter of vain action,

That's damaged your self-esteem—

Reaffirm your life's mission,

But more importantly...

Let me help fix... your broken wings.

You've not lost your value,

Nor did your value depreciate;

And you've nothing to prove—

Not even whether you've grown less passionate—

However, leave it to a fool,

To examine one's soul and deem it inchoate—

In the pulpit, he may be seated higher than the pews,

Yet only One... who sits high is entitled to Judgment.

So let the pious try and scourge...

A spirit not theirs to reproach,

For soon enough you'll disengage,

Should they keep with this haughty approach—

And if you do, you won't be lacking in courage,

Nor shall you be distanced

From the Lord of Hosts—

The Church isn't all saints and sages;

You can just as easily find yourself there...

As you can in the waters alongside the coast.

Voy a pararme junto a ti—

Together we'll stand with aplomb,

As we watch the enemy,

March to the beat of the snare drum;

The cold wind blows from off the sea—

We're surrounded with no place to run...

But to get to you, they have to first go through me;

Just you keep safe... and focus on staying warm.

However... God is most adept,

At protecting you—

Preserving the sanctity of your soul;

It's for man to accept,

And whether he does or doesn't,

It's inconsequential,

For it's not his onus to inspect,

The spirit and deem it pure,

Like touchstone did to gold—

Omnipotence is not usufruct:

Man hasn't the power to put souls in Heaven or Hell,

So, friend, you needn't fret... an empty threat;

The rumors of man's power... have been duly dispelled.

Everything will be okay!

- Kevin B. Waring

"My flesh and heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever." - Psalm 73:26