Deeds

 Constantly moved upon by devilish impulse,

That wily thief of virtue,

Ever betrays our fragile trust

In the vain hope that secret anonymity

Will forever remain,

And those hideous deeds will be kept

Locked and hidden evermore.

Over and over, time and again

We court that impulse,

Harbinger of the natural man,

Then suffer the plunder of purity.

And betimes, we stand by faith,

True to convictions –

A formidable bulwark of

Human endurance and power.

 

Thus, we discern our

Fickle souls, the single constant

Amidst abounding inconsistency –

Body battling spirit; spirit rivaling

Rebellious body, like an astute 

Master bringing his charge to bear.

And thus are our days defined,

All the time giving heed to

Our loving Master as He beckons

Us Onward, to return and claim

Our portion of eternal bounty –

That loot preserved only

For the courageous in this earthly battle,

Who come to know His godly visage,

And heed the charge, “Endure to the End.”

 

                                    Jeff Hicks