The world is calling loudly and in whispers It never stops tugging and pulling, creating shivers Raising the question 'will he manage to overcome its pleasures?' But he knows the power of the one who oversees the downpouring showers But wait! He knows that the power is unleashed by his choice to walk The one waits patiently, ready to satisfy the decision by releasing the force To consume the world with an inferno of awakening light The same as the Phoenix who blocks the sun allowing us to see another night The flesh is powerful, and she wields her prize willfully With the intention of manipulating his desires skillfully Drawing his lustful hunger to palpable heights His eyes blur, enthralled in wild desire and inevitable plight Absorbed in thoughts, he waits for the hand which moves the needle Loving the burning fire inside, while walking on coals for his leader But the flesh in its ever turning cycle of climactic desires Burns his loins, dampening the spirit that sparks the fires The battle rages, and he knows the inevitability of the path he must take The persistent voice he hears resonates more with anger, making his mind quake His flesh releases the tension and he is left empty and unfulfilled One fleshly cycle calms; ready to commit to the relit fire inside, until The answer he searches daily, but deep inside he knows The angel walking with him has persisted and shown Every truth he has asked in his continuous talk with the One Yet the insatiable flesh beckons once the sun is gone
“…Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”
We are all engulfed in this challenge, but avoid regret by being five years earlier than one day too late.