Self

Ephesians 6:12 

12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

 

Self

 

Right around the corner … yourself lies in wait

You will get attacked … as your defenses falter

Depravity the issue … no matter what is laid

as the flesh survives … on its self-made altar

 

All it can bring is purely artificial

All it has in store is a bag of bones

It will always cling to itself as official

and as before it builds its own throne

 

It does not really realize that the best it can do

is find release regularly on its place of authority

In my house it’s the potty that seldom gets full

with what the flesh produces in its failed seniority

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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