To fail to set sights on the good which is highest
What debasing, and mortifying gamble
Is it not evil itself?
I get the feeling of sadness, my Lord...
To be pleased with soul's poorness
What spiritless weakness,
Same as holding in contempt
The beauty of
Much to be looked after trueness
Much to be fostered meekness.
I get the feeling of sorrow, my Lord...
To be a stranger to what is faultless
Being outlander to that which is spotless
Isn't it a housing for aches useless?
A shelter to struggles worthless?
I get the feeling of grief, my Lord...
To be gutless in allowing evil
To litter and pollute the soul
What a fabricator of false coloring and error
Shameful suppliers of evil in the world.
I get the feeling of mournfulness, my Lord...
To heed to gluttonous demons of the flesh
What enslavers of damaging baggage!
To turn to flesh - to hide in the flesh
To turn away from You, my Lord...
I get the feeling of stomach ache -
I get the feeling of heartache, my Lord...
Sin - the voracious thief
While there is no desire for what is just and right
There is for all time selfish - injurious greed
Sin - the voracious thief of joy and time...
I get the feeling of sorrow, my Lord...
Such a throbbing waste
Aching heart bleakness
Such a burning of the seat of thought
Incorrigible, unpersuadable? weakness
Unpromising...
Dark fleshiness
Unsteadiness and unbefitting weakliness
Culpable unconcern
Culpable ignorance
Diffused complicity to evil
Diffused participation in error
Diffused complicity to terror...
Diffuseness of support to loss
Fertility of fatalities...
At what cost? !
Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
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