Competing desires circle my soul

watching,

waiting,

to swallow me whole

be they far for a time,

near again they will come.

soliciting alternatives to truer desires within

Competing desires circle my soul

in impossibility,

I may turn;

true desire being out of my grasp

Competing desires circle my soul

what now is left?

not right,

so I write.

Competing desires circle my soul

I write, I fight,

I might be alright

with both...

Competing desires circle my soul

circle my soul

till my soul is in circles

Circles in the big city

in which

I never know my luck

they say,

as they drag me away,

to a polished prison I desire;

desires that circle my soul

Competing desires circle my soul

when awake I rise,

to my pristine prison,

but my heart stays low

For deeper down again

a thirst for

wilderness,

beauty,

lostness,

impermance,

moment,

eternity.

"When?" laughs the ocean

"will I be destroyed?"

Now what is left,

but for deeper desire to now sedate.

Still competing desires circle my soul. …

Jared Diprose is a graduate from Carey Baptist College in New Zealand. He has been a youth pastor, and currently is working as a freelance contractor. In his spare time he makes surfboards.

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Jared Diprose is a graduate from Carey Baptist College in New Zealand. He has been a youth pastor, and currently is working as a freelance contractor. He and his wife Sierra live in Auckland.