A short poem about choices shaping eternal truths in the battlefield of the mind. |
| Life above! Death below! Wrapped in carbon, Soul to show! A choice! A choice! Ponder slow— If Truth, rejoice! Eternal know! The proving ground, a battlefield! A place to grow, why hide it so? The proving ground, seed revealed, To us, to them, heart signs flow. Prepare! Prepare! The Question; Love or Hate, Which do you create? —Noisy Wren |