Mortality, Sloughed

Mortality, Sloughed

There is a resilient pain

like a thread running through men

I stretch my muscles but its a cramp lodged in an organ somewhere out of reach

out of sight, never out of mind

Paul penned it best when he said we are most wretched indeed

there is a deep misery in this mortality

Who can deliver us from this flesh of death?

Who can bring this pain, this pain? this special pain!

Who can assuage it? Who can heal it?

Where can I go to get rid of it?

The only way to get over is to go through

words I've lived by

I like a lamb for the slaughter, daily dying, I surrender

This cross and its afflictions are our daily delight

Our daily bread, our normal life

There are no other duties on this narrow path

It is rife with sufferings and squeezing-s

Divesting and being divested

Stripped, stretched and transformed from the inside out

Who can switch off this pain response?

Who can tell my soul to breathe and my body to rest?

There is a weight inside me, like millstone around my inner neck

Drawing me down, deep into the darkness

I claw and I fight the heaviness, it smothers and stifles me

I don't want to go quietly into the night, down into the cold

I fear I'll never rise again

The only hope I have is Him who appears to all men

The Sun of Righteousness, bringing healing in His rising rays

I yearn for the warmth and succor

I just, dunno yes

I just tyad...

My head and heart hurts and I'm confused

My will fighting against the supreme will?

Laughable at best, and absolutely pitiable.

 

So abandon fleshy hope all ye who enter

This is no palm Sunday prance but a funeral march

A narrow squeeze, a spelunking of sorts to Calvary's cross

Where the whispers of sufferings are lost in the furor of forgiveness 

So like Him, I lay my mortal coil down

And in the sea of the father's grace I drown.

-cocoa.tea poetry