How I See
How I See
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
How must I see this ragged path,
my self-inflicted mind torn apart,
when the wake of troubles in floods decay,
linger long in an open heart, dismayed.
No matter how I see life... ebony, white,
so then must I witness my earthly plight,
and all that a heart can imbibe, withstand,
does not avow my blood soaked hands.
What I see is vast and alarming,
the works of balances both renewing and harming,
for what we are in choice and sight,
attests the forces on both sides right.
A Saint we may in earthly life,
but demons take in balance plight,
how many martyrs will fall to prove,
perfection is not a natural shoe.
And we on earth conceived of both,
the darkest soul and of love find growth,
and in life appease than balance found,
between the darkness and hallowed ground.
I see myself in long decay,
the observer, the arbiter of my fears allayed,
and know in my soul, that love will win,
amid a life of earthly sin.
And live I must to see both sides,
and the pain of awareness my tortured ride,
but in faith I hold fast my battered soul,
to always seek the beauty and in life be whole.
We can see the world from endless perspectives, but the only true way is to embrace both sides of darkness and light, and to then speak from middle ground.