Addiction by John Ault
Tell me something in my life that is not addictive.
The passions of my soul
all struggle to take control.
Giving no thought to creed or sensibility,
They demand immediate gratification and ignore reality.
A monster within whose appetite is insatiable
fusing with anything I find pleasurable.
Be it sex or food, possessions and treasurers,
activities, experiences, chemicals, mental and emotional pleasures.
In perversion even pain and fear lock on and cry for more.
I cannot resist, let go, or even be satisfied with what I’ve got.
Yesterday’s satisfactions wake up as today’s yearnings
The power is not innate in the objects I crave
but rather exists in me – converting a prince into a slave.
Only God refuses to be an object of my addiction,
accepting only the choice of my affection;
connected by faith and commitment, not whim or passing thrill.
How ironic that the Ultimate Pleasure of the universe is the only one that will not usurp control
of my soul
and it is in committing myself totally to that source of joy that I am set free
and given dignity.
When my soul finds in Him the medicine to soothe the fever of my passions
and realizes that He, alone, is the sum of all I seek,
then I am freed to enjoy all else
and my lords become my slaves.
