A Poem of Pleading for those Purchased but Picking the Pit

PLEADING FOR MODERN SODOM AND GOMORRA

Written By: Krinda Joy, October 22^nd’10

“My heart on paper for those lost who refuse to

acknowledge they’re burning, bursting, blistering.”

Bleep. Bleep. BLEEP!

Profanity from their heart seeps,

bitterness and anger held for keeps.

Every chance to lose their senses

indulged while keeping a tally of their offenses.

Depravity applauded as freedom, but each hit builds more fences.

Trapped!  They put on the face of careless bravado,

But it’s all just a show.

When they’re clean they feel the low.

Trying to play it up, proudly declaring, “Ya, I’m a hoe.”

Or bragging they’re some pimp rollin’ in doe.

Continually running to the numbing because deep down they know…

Stop and they can feel their insides slowly heating –

hearts barely beating –

the pressure within so defeating.

The only way they know to make the inner void abate

is to fill it – with drink, drugs, sex – at a frantic rate.

So now they’re in this state –

burning their lives from the inside out

Like active volcanoes, ready to spout…

the bleeps of sulfur puffing from their mouth is a desperate shout.

And here in the midst of the lava I stand

with The Fire Extinguisher in my hand.

The smoke and ash of souls fluttering, at my feet they land.

I bend down and cup a handful of exploded life

As I cradle remains the grief is rife,

my own inner battle cutting like a knife –

compassion and helplessness at war.

I want to climb these fences and find the door

to their hearts, past the fire to the inner, oozing sore.

I want to offer The Extinguisher before another blows up,

“Jesus already defeated this hell you’re shooting in and guzzling from that cup,”

I offer; only to become the target of that heat waiting to erupt.

So here we are – fire and ice.

They keep gambling way life like the toss of a dice,

not realizing that the stakes are hotter than chili spice.

I’m trying to keep from melting in the midst of this furnace around me,

But droplets from my eyes is the fee

for caring and desiring to see them free.

Jesus!  I plead on their behalf and pray –

in these lives lost in a Sodom and Gomorra cycle, please use me today

to turn at least one from their trajectory for fire to the Living Water’s soothing way.