A poem I wrote in the midst of struggling with my regular nightly fights with the enemy. And then finished (last couple lines) when God had given me some more vision.
Entangled. Knowing intimately, the wicked and the winsome delight. A feeling that, at first, sets the heart in flight Entangled, Entwine Setting up, here on earth a shrine Seeing deeply into another’s body and soul what it is exactly that breaks them, or makes them whole The curves, the scars running with blood How they […]