day 6 of my goal to write one stanza a day and do my work in six days. something's driving me...I know not what.

SIX DAY CREATION

Monday (day 1)
Comes nigh the end of life, my friend,
and ere you've walked my path with me.
Now lay me to my final rest;
I crave the solace you will be.

Tuesday (day 2)
And when the stars should kiss my soul,
and Heaven's gate's one step away,
And if I've lived and died for God,
no tears are shed for me that day

Wednesday (day 3)
Give dead to rise, ye crying eyes,
and leave me knocking at God’s door,
and might I be of want to see
the angels numbered by the score?

Thursday (day 4)
And yet. . .The Demon still dwells
deep within; it’s mal intent
feeds well on rage, revenge, its drink;
a dark storm brews in man’s lament.

Friday (day 5)
See the spawn, how big it grows
when I let anger’s festering rot
o’er shadow my desires for God?
How cold blood spills in nightmare’s thought!

Saturday (day 6)
And to this day The Beast still walks
if I—through anger—set it free.
If during anger I should die,
will God’s salvation still keep me?


©2013 by Monty Wheeler