Clown At Your Own Abyss
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Needing rest from debilitating rigors of life?
I’m the clown at the abyss of your heart…
offering mirth of blissful delight
assuaging blood pressure-surge ---
Ignore me not!
When tormented with guilt
wrecking your night
I’m the clown at the abyss of your conscience…
confounding you by my puzzling tricks
aiding you against reality check---
Engage with me and be freed from distress!
How about your fears
robbing you of serenity’s engulfment
while gripping your mind around nagging angst?
I’m the clown at the abyss of your soul…
see me in my super hero costume
ready to thwart your miseries---
Face me and together we plunge into hope’s fantasy!
Here am I, constantly calling for your attention
while clothed with my allurements’ pomposity
and enticing presence of favorable gain
tempting, trying, testing your fortitude
I’m the clown at the abyss of your faith…
appraising your sinful nature, sowing skepticism seeds
prevailing with your doubts, prayerlessness, unbelief---
--- Yet v a n q u i s h e d
my deception unmasked by your trust*
in the Sovereign God you live for!
*Psalm 118:8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.
March 6, 2020
1st place, "Impact and Metaphors" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 10/3/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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