Tuesday, 22 May 2012

SPIRITUALITY


SPIRITUALITY
Mother poured vial of oil
With all her toil
On my head.
Kissed me and said
Blessed be God.

My sister brought
Bronze helmet
Coat of mail.
Like David, I was armed dressed.
All were too heavy.

I choose
Needle, ceptipin, sword
Were my protection
For the battle.

I stood at the door
Thinking for high score
Slit one by one
Get every one in my sword
Concupiscence, World and Devil
Stood with their broad shield
As I arched my body
At once Flesh, Eye and Pride of Life
Oozed out from concupiscence.

I caught my sword straight
No one should escape.
Flesh caught my neck
Eye hammered me on the head
Third one Pride of Life pulled my leg.
I was stabbed down on the floor
No one was at the door
My neighbors
Their strengthens are like of beggars
Atheist ignored me
Indifferent shook his shoulder
Sinners twisted their lips
Materialist turned his back

In helplessness
I protected my soul
Allow sprite to work
Two of my friend
Ascetic and Mystic
Both have same title 'Theology'
Former has three brothers
Purgative, Illuminative and Unitive
Latter has three sisters
Ecstasy, Vision and Revelation
None of them came for rescue
By the time Grace and Faith
Rescued me by Baptism.

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