“Rebellious, sinful man no longer bows his knees to God, he has set himself up as a god. And each one becomes a god, and so there is discord and disunity, rivalry and strife.” (D. M. Lloyd Jones, Christian Unity, p. 129)
How is it with me?
I am a world in the world; I am the center of my cosmos. Do not mistake this for the ravings of a madman. It is not madness you hear, But the selfishness of a heart Drowning in a sea of desires.
But that is perfectly legitimate – Is it not? To love one’s self above all else, To be sovereign and lord In a world of my own making, To be god in my own mind.
But why be god in my own mind merely? Why not be god in the real world too? Simply because the real world Is a stubborn place filled with stubborn people:
Everyone else wants to be god!
How stupid can they be! Can’t they see there can be room only for one god?
I should be loved! I should be worshipped! I should be cared for And magnificently pampered! But no; I have been unjustly deprived Of all that should be mine!
Well then, the real world Is a hard place to live in. But no matter: I could always live in the recesses of my own mind.
Call it insanity if you wish. I would rather be insane and divine, I would rather be happy in fantasy, Than bewildered and perplexed In the real world.
“For they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God.” (John 12:43)
Estranged from happy thoughts the sensitive are, because engrossed with Facebook they are. Delete your social media! Gouge your eyes out! See, I told you reading is a better thing than liking your friend’s post.
I totter on the steep cliff’s edge. The roaring waves like music Beckon to me: “Hurl thyself Onto the waiting rocks!”
Ne’er have Jaws been so alluring; Flames leap up the watery pit. Devils’ heartbeats are expecting: ”Come on down! Come, lift thy feet!”
(I think it’s a good idea to write a poem every time I writea devotional. That way I get to hit two birds with one stone. I also think it would be a good idea to sometimes explain what I’ve written. For example, the poem above is not an encouragement to end one’s life. It’s a picture of temptation. I wanted to capture horrific aspects of temptation: seduction, destruction, enticement, hellishness, etc. It’s serious and demonic and not something to treat lightly. And yes, giving in to temptation is akin to suicide.)
I carry something in my hand as heavy as this big round world: A book so full of heavenly wisdom, more precious than perishable gold.
An explanation is in order: I’m now applying Atomic Habits to my blogging. Since it’s so difficult for me to get started writing a poem nowadays, I decided to write just one stanza a week. At least I get to write something. Better than nothing.