Peace. Be Still.
Peace. My mouth says to my heart: "Be still. Do not fret. You have had enough time to think things thru. And you will be fine. Just shushhhhhhhhhh." I admit to myself about being attracted to the tree. Yes I am. All I want to do is reach and take a bite of its fruit. I have been here for a while, beating the temptation. and drawing strength from all around to seek instead for light that brings life. Over the years, the thirst for it has ebbed... Less intense Almost nonexistent. But I will not test me just yet. For a part of me still yearns for the forbidden fruit. I have dreamed and imagined how it would taste, Even prayed and cried for this fruit. Thus far, I have had to rely on the strength of others to pull through. Now, I face the tree...and I feel the yearnings in my throat My belly groans for it And my saliva gathers to receive it. The struggle..... Flesh vs. Spirit..... My mind searches to find all it has fed on I find that I am at a cross...