Senses at War

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Senses at War

Poem

Such a quandary Thou hath caused O Spirit
Mine each sense forget their appointed part.
A silent bedlam has ensued within me,
A reign of confusion erupts in this melee.

Oh mine is a perfect empire Thou sayest,
The rose always red, the jasmine whitest.
But why to me shower Thy disdain,
But Thou the One, none else to complain!

Today the heart grew an eye greater,
Glimpsed like a new-born a world subtler.
Simple and unassuming unlike the seeing twin,
Its vision is rooted only on Thee within.

But the twin eyes too now gone rogue
In a glimpse they perceive feelings vague.
Its flitting vision scampers not everywhere,
Now it ponders on themes rather austere.

Now mine heart and eyes are at war,
To retain their dominion they do spar.
Hence, O Spirit, thou must now intervene,
Instil in them both Thy harmony serene.

These vagrant senses to Thee I submit,
Counsel and deal with them as Thou wilt.