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June 7, 2012
Holding Thoughts Captive

Though man has progressed much since the tenth century, holding every thought captive (2 Cor. 10:5) remains a struggle.

The Flightiness of Thought

Shame to my thoughts, how they stray from me.

I fear great danger from it on the day of eternal doom.

During the psalms they wander on a path that is not right.

They fash, they fret, they misbehave before the eyes of the great God.

Through eager crowds, through companies of wanton women,

Through woods, through cities–swifter they are than the wind.

Now through paths of loveliness, anon of riotous shame,

Without ferry or ever missing a step, they go across every sea;

Swiftly they leap in one bound from earth to heaven.

They run a race with folly anear and afar:

After a course of giddiness they return to their home.

Though one should try to bind them or put shackles on their feet,

They are neither constant nor mindful to take a spell of rest.

Neither sword-edge nor crack of whip will keep them down strongly:

As slippery as an eel’s tail they glide out of my grasp.

The Flightiness of ThoughtBy an anonymous tenth century Irish poet

2 Comments leave one →
  1. June 8, 2012 1:21 pm

    Reblogged this on a simple man of God and commented:
    This is just a great poem that is only about 1000 years old. I thank Bob Blincoe from Frontiers for making this available to us!

  2. June 8, 2012 1:23 pm

    I always enjoy what you have to say. You probably already know I reblogged this poem, but I thought I would drop a note, as well.
    Thanks for everything!

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