Mind Games Poem by Alexander Beebe

What transpires in the mind when thoughts appear extinguished?
Is intellect and wisdom paused-is space and time relinquished?
Is sleep without the weight of dream, the only true vacation,
from troubles that refuse to leave and summon our relation?

Our earthly minds that hold on tight to weeds that grow with ease,
while fragrant blossoms that God plants are trampled at our feet.
As if to say the pain’s addictive-and we need our fix.
The joys of life succumb to Satan and his bag of tricks.

Temptations that barrage our senses-disguised while in the garden
have left the toil on our brow and labor it has hardened.
We have the choice to march through life-our flesh exposed to arrows,
or fully armored for the fight-the shield of God before us.
A war well planned still lose some battles-perseverance tested.
But we are called to fight the good fight-for in Him we are rested.