For awhile now, I’ve been desiring to write a poem inspired heavily by Pilgrim’s Progress cage of despair. I finally sat down, and wrote the following over on my blog UnAshamed Christian Housewife. I would like to write a post on here, later, digging into the lines, while sharing a ton of scripture to go along with it.
If you would like to read the full poem, please check it out here. But here is a sneak peek.
My world was beautiful.
It was all I wanted.
My ways. My thoughts. My things.
A safe place never to be departed.
But then, my life was shattered.
Broken pieces of everything.
What I thought held me up, gave life.
Were now tattered wings.
How I longed for my desires.
Oh, the hope I found in them.
They made me feel like I mattered.
Until they were taken, making reality grim.
I find myself in a cage.
Beautifully laced metal.
There are weapons on the floor,
If I want to end life, in this cell.
I desire my pain to end.
But there’s a Book among the weapons.
I scoff, “What is this, a Godsend?”
How could such a thing help me?
What could the words possibly say?
“Yes,” a dark voice hisses.
”Stay away from that Book and you’ll be okay.”
– Full poem over on UnAshamed Christian Housewife