and desperately sick;
who can understand it?” - Jeremiah 17:9
You, oh heart of man, are a liar. I am stunned by your deceit and trickery. You tell me that you need only one additional thing to be satisfied. Then, when that thing is obtained the lie repeats. It’s an endless cycle of deception that feeds on and destroys the joy of life. I could give you silver and you'd want gold. I could give you gold and you'd want silver. I could give you both and you'd want love. If I were to travel the world and at last find for you love pure and true you would then demand more of all. You are a liar and the thief of satisfaction. You insist we travel dark woods, but never share your map. You are the priest that marries people to their jobs and the keeper of the idols that they bow before. You are the mother of the brute called insecurity, which lurks about impregnating the souls of men with worry and distrust. You are the gatekeeper to the house of bondage, softly beckoning all who wander by but fiercely fighting back those that try to leave. Many a night I have slept in cold regret because of your lies, while you rested in peace, your belly swollen with my former joys. You are a hoard of locust on the fields of contentment. Once vibrant with lush greens and windswept grasses, they now lay desolate and bare. Beauty untold turns sour in your clutch. You distort what is satisfying and make it to look dull through the dark lens of comparison. You are the bridegroom of selfishness and want, causing a blind eye toward starving children and garages already too full. You are the warlord and commander of obsessions guiding them like well-fired arrows. Even stout, young men drop helplessly when struck and go no further in their quest for glory. You inject the poison of apathy and hide the cure in full sight but out of reach. Enemies may slay, but you constrict. The breath of joy is slowly choked, yet lifeless life remains. However, deceitful heart of mine, do you not feel the dripping blood of grace upon you? Did you think yourself the only strong contender? The lies are wearing thin oh heart… the lies are wearing thin…
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