The Lord resides within his mind,
or so he thinks, but not his heart.
His wheelchair today won’t start.
The internet goes blank. He’s blind.
He rises standing there to find
rebellion as his mental mesh
is torn revealing fallen flesh.
Knocked down his demons seek the door.
His heart’s been cleaned renewed now for
a will aligned and temple fresh.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word fresh to be used in a C-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I am thinking of Psalm 51:10.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
So often I forget the heart. So important for it to be cleansed. It can indeed be a fresh start.
As always, thanks for the great poetry. Blessings.
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Once the heart is made new the mind follows. Thank you and blessings, Michael!
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Converstion…and then Salvation…
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Such a change can happen very quickly. Thank you!
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That’s true Frank!
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Wowza–as always you amaze me! Blessings to you 🙂
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Thank you and blessings, Zelda!
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You’re most welcome:)
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Wonderful. Thank you.
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Thank you, Chel!
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