The Uncoil

I'm tangled up
in the weeds and the shrubbery
with the situation getting
more sticky and rubbery.
I'm bouncing back and forth
from faith to doubt
pretending at times
that You have no clout.
My soul is wrapped around itself
confused by its own actions
and by its friend, the heart,
whose hopes mismatch its transactions.
My insides are aflame
with an inner battle that ensues
and a war that, against many wishes,
knows nothing but how to continue.
The screams are heard on both sides
but there is only one side that can be seen
as the one that will win the struggle
but only one through which hope may gleam.
The soul's struggle may go on indefinitely,
but before it's done, it must uncoil,
at the end of which I will discover
whether the evil will thrive or be foiled.

Ms. Trust

So many questions,
so many opinions,
never knowing
when which happens,
but where should
I place belief
when encountering Ms. Trust,
when instantly I need relief.

I met you long
ago, Ms. Trust,
when faith in others
was a much needed must.
I did not know
where to turn to
so I tried on for size
trying on you.
We had some good times
together then
as I let down
my guard when
I listened to
your words said
as all the utopia
sunk into my head,
but just as I
was fully prepared
Ms. Trust, you blindsided me,
leaving me impaired.

I opened up to one
who sounded so good,
whose name itself
was misunderstood.
Now I know better
than to turn easily to
the downfalls of Ms. Trust,
the downfalls of you,
but be rest assured
next time won't follow
for I will be equipped
as better I will know.
Things will never again
for me be the same.
Ms. Trust, I will never
again play your game.

Prize

We all have doubts
from time to time
but that does not mean
there is no faith in mind.
Just because feelings
of inadequacy rise
does not mean unfaithfulness
is our newest prize.
We will all find ourselves
in predicaments here and there
but we also realize
there is a God who cares.
Moments will arise
when we want to speak
words of depression
that our hearts seem to seek.
However that too shall pass
as we fall into God
at moments we feel the faintest
and the most at odds.
His giant, gentle hands
will catch us as we fall
as we, His most cherished prize,
will be seen through it all.