In the Backstreets of My Mind

In my mind’s backstreets lurks Miss Insistence Pushing self-interest and preference Questioning my worshipful reverence: “Are you staying in the Lord’s residence As immune from sin-virus’ decadence?” With angst trying to prevail in my heart My mind welcomes Mr. Deceit’s sham art Magnifying pride with arrogance-dart Mocking my yielded soul to God’s rampart As if saying “You’re wrong right from the start.” Mrs. Doubt attacks my faith’s fortitude Challenging intellectual attitude Jeopardizing jubilant gratitude So, I can’t soar beyond praise altitude As my mind jeers, “Oh, what grand beatitude!” Striving for bliss-filled, bursts with laughter-glee I, from life grievous pressures, dare to flee While Sister Mirth lingers in my mind’s spree Saying, “Show countenance beauty, stress-free Of delightful fruits from contentment-tree.” By God’s victory, I aim to prevail Despite Misery Woes-Foes which assail My soul seeks the Lord Who hears my wail Sharing His love and kindness that don’t fail… In the backstreets of my mind*, God I hail! *1Peter 1:13 Wherefore gird up the loins of your mind, be sober, and hope to the end for the grace that is to be brought unto you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. September 24, 2019 (Dramatic Monologue with Rhyme Form) 2nd place, "In the backstreets of my mind" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/26/2019.