The blog for today is simply a poem. It has been on my heart to write it and to post it. You can take from it what you will. To me it is a poem about freedom and there are many, many ways we can lose our freedom, particularly the freedom to live at peace with ourselves. If you have followed my posts you will know that I am a Christian and in understanding the blessings that come from being in Christ, I am also aware that there is a spiritual battle being fought over every single soul.
Dancing with the Devil.
Just a little dance, he said, And it really will not hurt, You can play with fire, he said, And truly not be burnt.
So they danced with the devil, And he rubbed his hands with glee, For the last thing that he wanted, Was for them to be set free.
Just a little dance, he said, Just for a little while, So they danced to the tune, Of deceit and denial.
Smooth steps, Beguile and defile, False face, false grace, Tight embrace.
Good! The devil clapped, The battle, It is mine! Lured and lulled by desire, They did not know they were trapped-
Until they felt the fire. And then the music stopped!
He left them weeping in their pain, But made a mental note, That when they were nearly healed, He would call again.
Poetry by Estelle D. © 2020