Season For God

The ravaging of evil intent 
wraps around my limbs 
to pull me down 
and steal my life 
whenever God breathes 
upon me to rise. 

His mighty fire 
is alive and well, 
but the battle is fierce. 

The shadows still grip me 
and burrow ever deeper 
to avoid the light. 

They survive the reckoning 
of God’s Spirit 
in the liminal space 
between my center and skin. 


My decaying flesh 
gets weaker over  years 
of being eaten alive 
from the inside 
because evil has to feed. 

But the truth is, 
the body is finite. 
Every source of fuel 
runs out eventually. 

So the more of my tissues 
the darkness consumes 
the closer it gets 
to what thrives at my core: 

the very same light 
pouring over me 
from above 
that sent them digging 
in the first place. 


It’s funny when fiends believe 
they hit a wellspring 
to nourish them. 

They eat and drink 
from paradise with abandon, 
blind to the impending flames 
growing closer on every side; 

That unquenchable fire 
that brings me back to life 
every time I die. 


© 2025, Season Naify 


My brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of any kind, consider it nothing but joy, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance; and let endurance have its full effect, so that you may be mature and complete, lacking in nothing.
James 1:2-4, NRSV