A Holy Remedy

Hope is the fever my heart cannot shake,

Waves of delirium crash and then break

Over this tattered mind and wearied soul

As the long to somehow, some-way, be whole.

 

Love is the cough my chest can’t expel,

Hiccupping so much that I can’t breathe well

On this crisp clean air.  I oft gag and choke

As I yearn to burden His easy yoke.

 

Faith’s cool compress across my sickly brow

Lessens the struggle�"worse then, better now.

The peak of my illness will slowly fade

When my fever is quelled to a low grade.

 

Truth guides my eyes to put my loves aright,

Enflaming my heart with its Holy Light.

In the robe of Love’s blood I’m set aglow,

Clothed in holiness purer than snow.

Let this fever rise and climb and still swell!

No longer ill, I’m far better than well.

The world’s remedies try tear me away

From the old rugged cross, but no!  I’ll stay!

Author's Note

Another piece that I'm fond of. thoughts/reactions?

Reviews

[quinfinn]

someone is on a roll here. this is very good. whatever it is you've done to reach this plateau, keep doing it. another awesome write!

[Siren]

thanks quinny. i appreciate it. these writes had a different feel to them, but im not sure i could say exactly what. i just hope it's not planning on leaving soon.