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I ran into the self again yesterday.
A familiar place, a dreaded place, in
which I am not of the spirit of God.
One might attempt to curse against the barren land needy for a seven-times-seventy grace plan.
It only takes a glimpse to recognize the hardened, fallow soil of the earth,
dust and rock and dryness.
A curse, curiously, is the self mocking righteousness.
The word of Truth ends up lying as waterless seed
in the cemented bottom of the rutted heart.
The lament of Paul
"O wretched man that I am," is identifiable.
Spotted heart, cancerous and blackened
by an illusion of foolish self.
Do not founder here...such run-ins with self
simply call for will
drawing from a deeper well,
again,
Living Spirit of Christ,
in You is a love without separation.
2 comments:
I really like the way you write. It's quite unique in my opinion. Your post reminded me of the book 'Release of the Spirit' by Watchmen Nee. A great book and a real eye opener. I met "myself" a couple years ago now and it has been an ongoing battle to keep it away from me. I aim to let the Spirit work within me as much as possible, but the enemy is always close by. Keep up the good work. Bryan
Thanks for you encouragement, Bryan.
I am glad you found something that helped you focus on Jesus.
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