POEM: Who Hath Wounds Without Cause?
By: Eric Gajewski
From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"
Proverbs 23: 29 “…who hath wounds
without cause?”
Here is my latest poem from the work, "Fortress of the Soul". Be sure to see the examination of conscience guide at the end and also the compilation of my poems.
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POEM: Who Hath Wounds Without out Cause?
Better
are the wounds of a friend
Than
deceitful kisses of an enemy
And
then again, I reflect often to think when
I,
would spit in His Face, with my sin, like the Pharisee
How
often, unto self, do we concede, thinking all is lost?
How
often do we think He is gone within
Simply
judging, by the pain, we are experiencing?
How
often do we run in Pride’s own race?
And
ultimately flee from Him…
How
often do we all do wrong?
When
we think we are doing the right thing
Yea,
so many souls hurting….
So
many awaiting impatiently for healing
How
often do we choose by our own obstinancy
To remain
in the brutally cold winter of self
Whence
we could be enjoying His Sacred Heart’s “spring breeze”
Yea, we all have wounds…
Which can only be healed By His
Heart’s Remedy
And like Job, we too, have played “misery’s”
tune
With a stubborn will that resists,
With carnal eyes that fall short of
His Glory
Yea, we all have wounds…
Which prick our conscience
Which leave us lost in the “haze of
the maze” of the “cloud of unknowing”
And these wounds will soon progress
Leaving scars upon the heart
If we do not now confront them and
weep
Mystically repairing through grace
These wounds which silently bleed
and go unseen
For in a world always moving in “fast
forward”
We must habitually break in silence
and put life on pause
For he who is truly “broken” already
Is He who has no fear to transgress God’s
Law
Yea, every man has been grafted into
“this world” by the venom of self
That we still see in man’s first
fall
And thus it is a must that we go
inward to examine daily
For Who Hath Wounds Without Cause?
Examination of Conscience Guides
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