The man had drifted far,
Away from the Bright Morning Star…
Closer to his roots,
More study was willing to start.
Rooted deep in the Bible,
Lost sight of it, threatened survival…
Hour by hour
The wilting flower
Of his love shrunk as a low tide will.
Not just for poetry,
But renewed life, you see…
By Christ his head,
Brought back to reality.
Not that he’s attained,
Like Paul, it must be maintained….
Study and prayer–
Find it somewhere–
Good Christian fellowship claimed…!
Walking in Spirit is tough,
Not talking with God enough…
Improves the walk
Walking in dim light, the trail is rough!
Opinion…based upon the author’s renewed appreciation for his roots in the Holy spirit and in prayer.