Desire's Prey

Blown are the mended fortunes
once untied and knotted again
by the bondage of an undisciplined whim.
Thus are the disputes heard in omnipresent cheering voice:
a battle within with the brutality of an axe
and the mandible clicking of needles in knit.

Such power it takes, when souls tremble,
with a low rumble of earthquakes
with a blinking quickness of lightning,
to resist the demonic power of Desire!

Yet
eternal is the soul even in throes of ceaseless torment
Even as it blunders in pursuit of beatitude
For it: the soul, is a part of God
and cannot perish