My Growing Concern

Gazing up at the stormy grey sky looming above

An icy breeze cutting like shards of glass across my face

Looking at the frozen lake and the water still visible beneath

Yet I’m only concerned with a thought that has been waiting to surface

I realize that there are only two sides of a picture

But no middle ground…

One occurs with the sun and the beautiful sights it unveils,

The other spreads its dark tentacles in the shadows of night

One lets free the dove of peace,

The other prefers the danger of deadly wars

One finds peace in lush green fields and pristine white snow,

The other is blind to nature’s immense beauty

One welcomes opportunity & hope when knock on the door,

The other slams the door shut and asks not to be disturbed

One tries to find the good in a person,

The other gives up on a person and erases all hope

One tries to tame a wild beast and make him docile,

The other kicks him away and says it’s not worthwhile

No compromise, no middle stance

Just two sides of a picture

And no bordering line…

The thought gnawing at me;

Becoming my growing concern…