Raping Eve

The shame and darkness of my loathsome secret
Is such that ne'er before have I used words to say
That in the boiling heat of lust intemp'rate,
I take to raping Eve near ev'ryday.
I grant she may, of late, be willing of the act,
And that her gazing eyes have beckoned me to sin,
But it serves no excuse for the will power that I lacked
When first she opened wide to let me in.
She was not always thus, but once was fair and pure,
Before she was herself seducèd and enticed
By charms to rival hers in attraction and allure;
The same witchcraft that tempted me into this evil tryst.
Although she is not blameless, Adam still am I;
Eve the fallen, damnèd harlot is the apple of my eye.

How often have I looked at her and acted on my lust?
How often has my gaze drunk in her supple form?
Then with these eyes I have from Him who shaped my dust,
I steal her glorious womanhood, leave her and me both shorn
Of all true love. O wretched is my soul in evil bound!
When will these chains break loose and set me free?
Can I ever stand like Moses upon the holy ground
And like his people throw off this yoke of slavery?
“My grace is all-sufficient and my power full in weakness;
My mercies fall like rain to no one's loss;
My strength will bring you out and unlash the harness
That holds you down. Remember only the blood upon the cross.”
So have I been answered, and cleansèd wholly pure,
And live in hope of life eternal with forgiveness wholly sure.

And now all that remains is to beg for your forgiveness;
This that has been my burden has also been my shame.
But if you will consent to pardon all my sins nonetheless,
I swear you are my sweetheart, forever to remain.

Be seeing you,
Steven

Home Again, Home Again...

Well, I just got home today from Pioneer. I'm tired, I'm exhausted, I'm dishpitted out; I also have absolutely no regrets about the whole experience. It was an amazing time, and the kids were really cool. And the speaker, a woman named Mia, was totally awesome. She brought her subject (the parable of the Prodigal Son) alive and really made it apply to modern living. I think the kids really took her message to heart.

I'm also happy to say that I was able to finish a couple sonnets--actually, a sonnet pair--while I was up. They're a bit personal, but I might post them after some polishing. I honestly have to say that I think they're my best sonnets yet. It seems that with every one I write, I get better and better.

Well, since it's been a long day this will be a short post. Now for some much-needed sleep.

Be seeing you,
Steven

Leaving For Pioneer

Well, tomorrow I leave for Pioneer Pacific Camp on Thetis Island. Some friends of mine are directing this year's Girl's Camp for this last week of July. I'll be in the dishpit and also helping out with any games or other program stuff that needs doing.

I'm looking forward to the week; it's always a fun and exciting time to be had up there, and it's a place where you can really let God speak to you. I could use a bit of time away right about now; there's just too many distractions here to let me have the time I need to with Him. There's some things in my life that need His touch badly.

Anyways, I'll be back next Saturday afternoon!

Be seeing you,
Steven

Quote of The Day

"If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Be seeing you,
Steven

Shakespearean Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

-William Shakespeare

Be seeing you,
Steven