I tremble, lest I stray from Thy holy will,
for Thou alone dost order my steps aright.
Let me not waltz from Thy sacred song,
into mine own number—
a vain symphony that leadeth to ruin.
The world doth cry aloud for that which Thou desirest,
yet seeketh it not in truth, but in shadow,
cloaked in deceit and folly.
For lo, the heart of man is deceitful above all things,
and we—left unto ourselves—
are but craftsmen of our own undoing.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (6)
The Song of Natasha. A very beautiful passage <3
Worthy of King David himself, Natasha.
This was quietly profound and powerful! beautiful language choices elevate it but not in an ott way! very true in its meaning! Love this, Natasha!
We truly are the craftsman of our own undoing. Loved your poem!
Sounds like a proverb. Very clever
Wonderful, like a prayer and the message is so true - we are the craftsmen of our own undoing!