Indulge to the flesh's impulses

Jonah 4:2 

² He prayed to the Lord and said, “Oh, Lord, this is just what I thought would happen when I was in my own country.

This is what I tried to prevent by attempting to escape to Tarshish!—because I knew that you are gracious and compassionate,

slow to anger and abounding in mercy, and one who relents concerning threatened judgment.

Indulge

Many thoughts float through the room in the presence of slumber

How can I even remember some … as vastness fills my heart?

Are these thoughts locked deep inside to lay there encumbered?

Until a need arises unexpectedly as information then imparts

Maybe there are no secrets … just places where we put them

Maybe the only remembrance intact is what we want to know

Surely after all there is a potential between me and mayhem

Almost hidden behind an indifference that just won’t let me go

Maybe thought is a gift mostly taken for granted?

Maybe that is why we act so much on impulse

We possibly need a shift to get out of certain habits

That still and steal our desire and make us indulge