Constricting envy cannot rest.
It meditates throughout the night,
turns dark the dawn of morning light.
Our lungs can’t breathe. We’re python pressed.
We’d much prefer to be caressed
without this dust. We don’t need more
of what they’ve got. We’re looking for
a way to make the python go,
stop scheming, squeezing, wanting so.
The Spirit breathes. We see the door.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “rest” to be used in a A-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. Eugenia offers “envy” as the prompt for her challenge this week.

Excellent poem. The Holy Spirit brings an open door, and we have peace.
Blessings.
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Yes, He does. May we all follow his lead. Thank you and blessings, Michael!
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Phenomenal writing!
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Thank you!
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Most welcome 🙂
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When we let the python go..0O how the Spirit breathes in us!
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Yes! The python prevents us from breathing. The Spirit lets us breathe. Thank you, Jim!
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Amen oh the contrast!
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This is an awesome piece, Frank! “The Spirit breathes. We see the door.” What a wonderful line and let there be peace on the other side of the door.
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May that door lead to peace. Thank you, Eugenia!
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Yes, I hope so and you’re welcome, Frank.
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This is very good, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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