Season For God

Consumption will consume 
until there is nothing left. 
It leaves an emptiness inside 
that can never be quenched. 

The hollowness will drive 
the hunt for the craved, 
as the heart turns cold and dark 
with perversions, untamed. 

Better to give without hope 
of an iota of return 
than dissolve in the perilous flames 
of how the heart still yearns. 

For hearts are fragile at best 
with the roots of tainted desire, 
that God alone can transform 
with his holy cleansing fire. 

So now we have a choice 
while the chance yet still remains 
to pursue pleasure and death 
or abandon these wicked chains. 

For all the distortion in the world, 
the terror of lovelessness makes. 
But love indeed does conquer all 
from the only one who creates. 

© 2025, S. Naify