Incurvatus In Se

Curling inward like the fern

but brown and bent and dead.

Bent within and ever in

to live for self in sin

We turn in-to that we might seek

a way away from outward stares

or help that’s sought, to give and see

a rescue path away from me

For air is hard, and breath is thin

I dream “sufficient” deep within

and pull away reflexive, raw,

from living life outside my law.

So spread Your light oh Spirit, wide,

and dawn upon my stubborn mind.

Uncurl the rebel coils of death

And wake my heart to pain…and breath.

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