PAD Challenge day 17: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Free (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
When thought breaks bounds of order and is given full, free rein/reign
It finds our greatest weakness glaring like a crack of light
The lure of feeling’s fancy trolls a dark and dangerous vein
Craving's belly growls with an insatiable appetite
When want, the author of Excuse’s Fine Soliloquy
Stamps longing with approval, driving discernment amuck
The mastermind of mayhem, dressed in fool’s-gold finery
Seduces us with images of opulence and luck
When thought, ungoverned roams footloose and feckless as the dust
It leads us into places even angels fear to tread
The idle mind, a playground for the lawlessness of lust
The hunger in its hollow raving mad, though fed and fed
When thought, not taken captive wanders where it should not go
It falls prey to the enemy bent on ruin and loss
Where we all would be finished, but for He who loves us so
And guards thought through subjection to the power of the cross
© Janet Martin
The weapons of our warfare are not the weapons of the world.
Instead, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.
We tear down arguments, and every presumption set up against the knowledge of God;
and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.