Have mercy my God, my heart is onyx;
a mendacious "friend" who soothes with whispers
of right motives and good intent,
a mortal deception caressing my pride.
Leading my ego away to the junket;
a poisonous game of gluttony
that leaves me voracious the more I devour;
a spiritual hypoglycemia.

-Beasley

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[B]Manley Beasley[/B]
Southern Baptist Convention
Fayetteville, Arkansas

[B]Wir sein pettler. Hoc est verum (We are beggars. This is true.).--Luther's dying words[/B]

Very Nice Brother!

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Jon Lake
Whitehouse,Texas/ Member: Good Shepherd (REC)

Why onyx?

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The man who is disposed to think of his sin as a great calamity, rather than as a heinous crime, is not likely either to reverence God or to respect His law. - John Kennedy, 1873
Meg
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Member, Intown Presbyterian Church,PCA, Portland, OR

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My "shot" would be onyx is black and one of the harder semi-precious stones. But it was not my poem so he may correct me if I understood it's sybolism wrongly.

You are exactly right.

COOL! That happens so rarely for me. Seriously the onyx works well in creating the mental image.