Poetry

Balance

I walk the line of salvation
of being a person just and true
my kindness, caring and gentleness
brought out by love that new

I walk the line of damnation
from ancient pain in my heart
My anger, fear, and hatred
evil just waiting to start

I walk the line between them
a tightrope thru my life
Balancing heaven against hell
Good times against strife

To this day I cannot choose
how I am meant to be
I will decide after my life is done
And until then just be me.

The Garden

A man once grew a garden
he tended it with love
It grow and he was happy
The sun shone up above

But a storm came one night
Destroying what he grew
And in dispair he sat around
not knowing what to do

For months it sat empty
barren, lifeless and bare
The dirt dried up, the weeds grew tall
No beauty remained there

By chance he found a flower
weak, hurt and abused
He could easily have passed her by
But this time he refused

He took her to his home
She recovered with much care
He took her to his garden
With love planted her there

The garden began to grow again
much to his surprise
In the center was the flower
The most beautiful to his eyes