Hidden Enemy
Artwork by Jo Scott
“Hidden Enemy”
Mostly, she remains
quiet and hidden,
slinking just out of my view.
This traitor within me-
my inner enemy.
Till a rush of emotion
or the crush of passion makes
her leave the shadows behind.
Languidly, she reenters the frame.
Carnal nature is her name.
Slyly she tsks her forked tongue,
wets her lips, and hisses,
“Vengeance and blackmail
are the perfect way.
Get them back. Make them pay.”
Gently, she places hands
on my shoulders,
It’s just a nudge,
a push in the wrong direction,
more suggestion, not really coercion.
“Be careful,” Holy Spirit says.
But I ignore His caution…
Pour a cup of tea.
Pull out a chair for the she-devil
sitting right there.
Reminiscing about old times.
Into the tea, she pours in some whine.
Then adds some complaining,
and ingratitude to boot;
before I know it, murmuring has taken root.
A dash of pride
added to the mix
And all of the sudden
this inner prisoner has gotten
me quite soddened.
No longer hidden in the shadows,
she feels free to be outspoken.
Loose, vain- everything I’m not.
Light dawns, and I’m surprised that
I am the prisoner and somehow she’s not.
Oh, how I wish I’d listen to Your voice.
But even now does my soul rejoice.
For You are ever by my side
Sweet Comforter, Counselor, Gentle Guide,
Holy Spirit heal and lead me now.