Temptation
Is Temptation a concious choice or an unconcious
Desire?
When one masters one's desires you master your
Directions.
Shun one's distance from your youthful
Enthusiasms, Aim forth with firm beliefs. Peace
And Love
Temptation flows both seen, unseen and is
Everywhere if you say you love someone come
with discipline, On the other hand where was
Patience? Did you give up?
Was lust your definition when you were storytelling
Your definition of love?
They're will be Tests and Temptations.
The moon is both full-hung and unfading.
While enthusiasms of the heart
Stoked are, flame-ready for romance
That image from them wont depart.
Let us therefore from balcony, or below
Where fountain dignifies tears
Be heard, in vows spilt out honouring
Whose gold doth bind what each hears.
No Theme Chosen Mankind’s Spiritual Quest
An Acrostic by James Edward Lee Sr.
Numerous articles feature.
Other characters feature.
Traditional absolutes overarch.
Humans stop.
Evolutionary jumps move.
Malevolent spirits sense.
Erratic leaps spin.
Continual ascensions smell.
Holy ghosts culture.
Orthodox spiritualities character.
Sudden enthusiasms talk.
Earliest humans center.
Noble essences take.
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
DEVOTION AND INFATUATION
My God, my God Lord
I am infatuated,
Infatuations,
my loyal enthusiasms,
love acknowledge devotion
7/14/18
©2018
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Our Father who are in heaven
Hollow Super Bowl 52 Day
Be thy game day and reign
On Earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day
The Eales fans our universal victory
And forgive us our grease poles and enthusiasms
As we forgive those
Players from New England and NFL Officials
Who try to trespass against us
And lead us not into Brady and Belichcik temptations
But please deliver us from their evil
For thy is the Super Bowl 52 Kingdom
And the power and the glory
Forever and Forever
E-A-G-L-E-S
AMEN
You
You are my moon by night: silvering my dreaming sleep,
Limelighting my fond imaginings and phantom hopes.
You are my sun by day: gilding my wakened thoughts,
Burnishing my desires and heartfelt yearnings.
You are azure sky in Winter: reminder of coming Spring,
Harbinger of future love and joy.
You are warm rain in Summer: laying a dusty past,
Rejuvenating the lost enthusiasms of Autumn.
When, in Winter’s cold grip, I pass in review the
Ranks of memories, there are you.
A quiet grace to bring me calm, sparkling eyes and
Sharpened wit to prick dull days.
So like You.
Sweet Amazon, my River Styx.
Only this time you carried me out of Hell
Into a life that’s real and true.
Shall I now approach the throne of grace
With only shame in my heart and empty hands,
Having sacrificed all that’s good and true
On the altar of other people’s ideas and opinions?
The quiet voice of spirit sings its song of love and strength
From out the Amazonian depths.
It silences the drone of lack and complacency,
The death knell of the common man.
I now drink deeply of the current of my life, my enthusiasms.
I drink deeply from my true love’s flow and majesty.
Flow gently, Sweet Amazon.
Your song is mine to sing.
Pleasures play of affections
awesome dedicated excitement.
Devoted whole heartedly to life
of ecstasies adoration.
Craving enthusiasms obsession
with great infatuation.
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