Samson.
Was I like Samson in my defiance,
in rebellious self reliance?
Overlooking you in a field of grain,
Forgetting you are the source of strength
Blinded by love and beauty
not clearly seeing my duty
or my calling and direction
as to be of God’s reflection.
To love and to lose,
To see an anger consume.
To see a God forgotten,
By the scent of perfume
It was my dichotomous loyalty
and heart’s duality
that has rendered me to calamity
He was blind when Samson saw,
what I now believe I see
That along these pillared stone lined walls,
My enemy is me.
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