6 stycznia 2012
Proverb Interpretation
I'm not their demon
Creeping in their home-
Creeping through the things they've grown.
I've deceived 'nother,
Only to become undone-
Only with a loaded gun.
Their cursed lips have spit
And split my ears' itch
With a spiteful burning fire.
The same they mislead
Their neighbor with. Laboring,
Spreading Down a spiraled spire.
Despite I kiss their lips
Softly, with solace,
Knowing my appearance sly.
And so laced my space,
They sluggards, stealing from my
folded hands to rest, my rod-
My mind-which slumbered,
Baiting senselessness
Atop the vineyard's stone wall.
Thorns and weeds taught me
Through my willing, applied heart:
'Thieves will steal to scarcity.'
So I pray to One,
Him Above my stance,
Unfold my hands. Guard, bait me.
Build my rare household;
Fill its rooms beautifully.
Establish Your true wisdom.
I'm not their demon
Daring their dwelling.
They damn, dwindle and destruct.
Their flame will be snuffed;
Future hope won't be 'nough.
They - guilty; I - richly blessed.
I wise, have power.
I will taste honey;
I write an honest answer.
(Proverbs 24 [NIV] interpretation)