Ujamaa Christian Poetry
Weakness of the Flesh
Temptation.
It is up and
playing
and swaying
and portraying, displaying
its alluring self at me
from the dawning of the rising sun
and the crowing of the early morning rooster.
There is not a day
a second
a moment
that doesn't tick-tock away
that Temptation doesn't sing itself to me.
"Come dance with me"
"Come"
"Come here with me," it whispers softly.
Its song seems beautiful
longlasting
satisfying
and completing.
It glorifies itself to me.
Calling me.
Hypnotizing
Mesmorizing
Spell binding
licking my wide open
closing shut eyes
and then I'm fantasizing
imagining
visualizing
the thing
and its song begins to slowly, surely
pull me
lead me
draw me
and like a fish caught in a webbed net it has captured me.
And I am dancing
laughing
enjoying
high feeling
this forbidden, secret hidden pleasue.
It has finally sung its beautiful song
and Temptation has been pleased.
The song is over
finished
done
no more.
and there is no applause
no cheers from the crowd
no "bravo,bravo" from my audience
no encores
there is only my
heavy remorseful guilt to sing
and Temptation's mocking, laughing tune to dance to
alone...
Written by Keda Jeantine'
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