– A Poem
The mind drifts quietly—from mercy to craving, from pure to proud, from wonder to want.
Temptation doesn’t shout. It whispers, soft as a sigh, familiar as your own thoughts.
Welcomed now, it settles in, what once stood at bay—resisted.
It wears no guilt, just curiosity. But the slick slope lies in wait for the silent fall.
The shadows lengthen, concealing the inevitable.
“Pride goes before destruction,” warns Solomon, his voice echoing through the ages.
“Be alert and of sober mind,” Peter urges, as if seeing the cost of sleep.
“If you think you are standing firm,” Paul cautions, “be careful that you do not fall.”
So—watch your mind.
It leads before the body follows. And wanders you where you never meant to go.
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
— Philippians 4:8