If not a slave of this world, I am a slave of God <br />Wearied in chains, my soul oppressed <br />I walk with leaden feet <br />To a feat I trod <br /> <br />My solace warms, in a soul dressed <br />by the virgin's blood and <br />Magdalene's tears. <br />With their succor <br />I quench my fears <br />Its love impressed, <br />My soul never leers <br /> <br />Still the chains don't chain my will, <br />a will sick with desire. <br />Outwitting my simple soul <br />My will tempts the mire <br />To swamp not just the earth, <br />but slime God's soul as well <br />So in misery my soul can dwell <br />And in hell burn in fire. <br /> <br />Mystified in God's quay…. <br />In my plumbeous chains, saturnine my soul turns <br />Wearied by the trod. <br />Treading lead, the color gray <br />Like an angel I fly away. <br />Where souls land and <br />pray to God <br />Hoping their soul never burns <br /> <br /> <br />To stone, my soul turns<br /><br />Kevin Michael Murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-stone-i-turn/
