Matthew Peters

My mind is exhausted, but I choose not to sleep.

I just keep repeating words in my head, knowing

I'm indebted to a man with nail-pierced hands

And my time-span is spread-thin

Because sin invades, overtaking my intentions

And replacing them with indolence;

Narcissism, apathy.

 

Meanwhile, captive souls wage wars outside my door,

But I will ignore them, just for tonight

'Cause tonight, the fight is confined to my soul;

And it's selfish, I know, to dwell on my own,

But the demons approaching won't retreat,

So I'll meet them head-on --

The entire fleet.

 

To the mighty defender, whom I owe my existence,

Please close the distance between faith and action;

Just a fraction of each combined could release

My mind's inhibitions -- free from these prisons.

To the God of peace, who calms the seas,

Commands the heavens, and reigns supreme,

Please be my strength.

Amen