Poetry Break by Carol Hind (Ladycee)

Bitter Warfare

An endless battle wars within my members,

Attacking me with weariness

Piercing me with bitterness,

My fleshly weapons avail naught

Against the enemy’s systematic and tireless assault

I review the situation,

Take stock of my plight,

My conscience knows whose weapons

I should employ in this fight,

Yet still, I flail… and fume… and rage…

‘Til I’m forced to retreat

Intimidated by the enemy’s rampage

Perplexed, and hurt, and ‘fit to kill’,

I stew… and boil… and burn… until

Your Word of Counsel – cool and clear

Washes o’er my mind to guide and steer,

Giving me strength so I can negotiate

The treacherous paths of war and hate

My eyes, afore now shrouded with revenge

Gains new perspective – My God will avenge!

The light of Truth infuses my heart

Exposing rebellion, challenging it to depart

I yield to the sovereignty of the Prince of Peace

From my torment and turmoil,

I now find release.


© Carol Hind

Published in Spiritual Journeys by Poetry Today (imprint of Penhaligon Page Ltd) 1997

ISBN 1862260214

I’m Weary Lord

I’m getting weary Lord,

Swimming against the tide,

Battling against the masses,

Scaling the rock of non-conformity.

So weary Lord,

Parrying the blows of the enemy,

Running this arduous course.

If only I could see the

Finishing line.

On and on, round and round,

Can’t stop, won’t stop,

Shouldn’t look back.

Every now and again

The obstacles…

The hurdles.

A few I sail over,

Others I knock down.

Some are a stumbling block,

Causing me to lose my balance,

Fall flat on my face

Usually, nothing more than

My pride is hurt.

Other times I feel

Really wounded.

I can’t get up,

Can’t go on,

Won’t go on.

Can’t keep battling and climbing,

Parrying and running,

Swimming and scaling,

Can’t. Won’t. Can’t.

Then I hear the voice of

Your Spirit,

Comforting, coaching,

Encouraging, boosting.

Suddenly, I sense a surge

Of energy,

I tell myself,

I won’t look at the obstacles.

I’m gonna press on,

And keep pressing on for the prize.

© Carol Hind

Published in Christian Muses – Eden Press 1999 (1st of 2 runner-ups in competition)

ISBN 1840930039



Like abstract art

You confuse the eye

Of the beholder


I can stare at your canvas

In ignorance and

Try to make sense of

Your colours and hues,

Your sharp angles and smooth planes

I can pretend to understand

Your wanton juxtapositions

Of chaos and order,

I can persuade myself that

I perceive purpose and beauty

In the creator’s handiwork


My inner man would loudly protest,

Would rudely interject


You hold out hope and promise

Safety, softness and solidity

Yet – attempts to grasp this prize

Prove futile.


You are beyond comprehension.

© Carol Hind (January 2015)

Author’s Bio:


Carol Hind

I’d describe myself as a God-seeker and recovering perfectionist. I’d also like to consider myself as a word-artist, although my husband often refers to me as a word-junkie! Now, as you’ve probably guessed, I love reading and I love words. I’m fascinated by and admire the way skilled writers use them and, I’ve long cherished a desire to join the ranks of prolific published writers, whose words are feted, followed and feasted upon by fans and word connoisseurs.

Prior to me becoming a blogger, I failed to apply myself to the joys of writing and publishing consistently, despite always declaring (to myself anyway) that writing is my passion!

Words are powerful! They have the potential to impart life or orchestrate death. And so my heart’s desire is for the ultimate creator and wordsmith to use my writing gift, infuse my words with his anointing, love, and power. I write to encourage and inspire both myself and others—to maximize our potential and live our best lives.






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  1. Hi Carol/ladycee – How well you described the ongoing battle that all of us face! Your picture of weariness speaks to all of us that have felt bone-tired or feel so now. But your poetry doesn’t leave us there – it points us to The Comforter, who himself reaches down and pick us up, infusing strength through His Word and His Grace enabling us to keep pressing forward. Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem!

    • And thank you so much for reading and taking the time to comment. I do appreciate this. And I’m chuffed you describe it as beautiful. My oh my! Thank you. 😃

  2. Hi, Carol. I love the theme that ran through your poems for me – weary, down, and struggling for an answer, then once more returning to the source.

    Thank you for these. A welcome reminder for me today.

    • Thank you Marilyn. My poems are usually personal and perhaps introspective, which may not be everybody’s cup of tea. 🙂
      Thank you for reading.

    • Wow! Thank you so so much John. I appreciate your encouragement, truly!

      I don’t write many poems and when I do they are not what I consider as beautiful, but they are deeply personal and meaningful to me.

      Thank you for reading. 😃

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