Barrenness

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? !