Wednesday, March 8, 2017


Leave me,
or at least keep your distance.
I have to go about business
which shall not be tainted
by you.

You offer cocktails of doubt,
and lust,
enticing me to forego prayer
and words of scripture.

Leave me,
burn with the rest of your kind.
Be like the weeds
in the fire,
the chaff
on the wind.

You offer
what I don't really need.
You mask your gifts
with false ideals,
doubt appears to be understanding,
greed, monetary need,
lust, love.

Leave me,
take your kingdoms,
palaces and stones back into the darkness.
For His word guides me
showing me
what you are.

copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr

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