Conflicting Thoughts
I’m ready to begin another new day;
in the mysterious jungle of life;
hoping the Master will show the way;
to deal with my sorrows and strife.
Tho the Master’s agenda remains hidden;
I still have some thoughts of my own;
a few of my thoughts might be forbidden;
but I simply can’t stand being alone.
I keep on writing my poems of frustration;
but, a part of me just wants to stop;
my writing could not earn me salvation;
and my stomach is tied in a knot.
How much longer, can I continue;
what else is there to write about;
what future poems are on God’s menu;
my future is filled with doubt.
Conflicting thoughts, lead to confusion;
what does the Master want me to say?
My life may suddenly reach its conclusion;
my time could come, any day.
Thoughts have become forms of competition;
one thought; pitted against another;
differing thoughts bring about division;
contrasting sister against brother;
Conflicting thoughts bring about choice;
some come from below; others, above;
everyone must heed the Master’s voice;
for the Master only speaks love.
Monty 12/10/24. # 2,503