The tempest thoughts gather again

A threat looming on the horizon

From a sudden rise in tide

The doubt and insecurity tumble forth

Forming a tidal wave of grief

I cannot fight them,

These tempest thoughts

I can only cling tightly to my ship

Praying for a miracle

For a voice to calm the storm

Suddenly a beacon of glowing Light

Radiates from the sky

It pours over my spirit

With words of love

Like a soothing balm

The tempest thoughts dissipate

The distress and despair

Retreat to the horizon

The sea and my heart are at peace

As I right my ship

And turning my face to the Light

I set my course for home

Cor Nequam

Once I decided to follow my heart
And it led me along a darkened path
All mist and exotic night blooms
The heady fragrance beguiling, enticing
The siren call of a forbidden wonder

The quickened pulse, the clenched belly
Dilated eyes and pinpricked flesh
Not in delight but as an instinct, a warning
The beauty ahead spurious, deceptive
A shadowy mirage cloaking a wretched fate

The illusion dissolved swiftly as the trap sprung
Blanketing everything in its radius
With a syrupy perfume not of life, but death
Delicate blooms burst to blood-stained petals swirling
Pursuing my crippled feet as I stumbled back toward the light

The heart is desperately wicked
Who can know it?

“The human heart is the most deceitful of all things,
and desperately wicked.
Who really knows how bad it is?
10 But I, the Lord, search all hearts
and examine secret motives.
I give all people their due rewards,
according to what their actions deserve.”
Jeremiah 17:9-10 NLT