I’ve never written poetry. This arrived one evening uninvited.


OBEY


Formed by God for his purpose

Joined by evil at birth

 

Fragments upon contact with the world

Countless pieces molded by time

 

Pieces coalesce into self

Other pieces remain. Remnants.

Floating, tormenting, avoidant

 

Self has new partners. Not within. Not without.

Where does one end and the other begin

 

When one dies what remains? Who lives?

 

Evil ever present.

God waiting.


A spirit enters

Where does he reside?

Self protects, argues, stalls.

 

The Spirit calls.

 

Obedience.

How challenging the call.

Evil answers no.

Self knows.

 

Where is the brain?

Which side does it take?

 

Who is it that still floats around whispering, yelling NO!!

 

The Spirit calls.

 

What to yield?

Nothing.

How to yield?

Don’t.

 

Each remnant speaks, each voice sounding the same.

 

Who is speaking?

Who calls?

 

Evil rebounds and mockery begins.

“I’m God, listen to me.”

The mockery stings.

 

It makes little sense.

Yet do I listen?

Resignation. Reluctant obedience.

 

“That wasn’t me.”

God.

Alone. His voice.

 

Where is the brain?

Who now listens?

Who speaks?

 

The mockery is so real, so close.

The remnants poke and prod.

Comfort, ego, pride join in.

 

A chorus of voices now.

It was better back when.

 

Lust calls out. What about me?

 

The Spirit calls.

 

The self, some new, some old, stands still.

Frozen.

 

The Spirit calls.

 

What now?

There is but one answer

Obey.

 

The chorus cries out.

It was better back then

Return to Egypt.

 

The self considers.

This I know.

 

Return how?

Dismiss the Spirit?

 

The Spirit calls.

Again.

Forward or back.

I cannot remain.

 

One more time.

Surrender to Him. Obey.

 

Self dies again.

The brain aches.

The remnant cries out.

 

Self is dying.

Self is being born.

 

The Spirit calls.

 


B. F. Adams

 

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