More
The devil came to me disguised as more,
one more good thing I could do,
should do,
and then another,
and another.
I was seduced and misguided.
The more sapped my energy, my joy, my delight.
There was more harshness and impatience
in my voice and my presence.
And the devil grinned,
while God sighed, patiently
knowing that when I get worn down enough,
I’ll come home to my true self,
to being my true self in God.