Karma?
It's simply the harvest
Of one's words and deeds,
The end fruits that attest
Who we are indeed.
It's the reaping of all
That we've sown out here,
Seeds that may rise or fall
With Hatred, Love, or Fear.
It's the due retribution
That comes to all men,
That echoes our action
When Fate gets even.
It's the payment we sign
Each day in our dealings,
A boomerang by design-
It is sure in coming.
What comes around goes around
Salient cycle always seen,
So proven in life and found
We end up as it's written.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.18.15
'A man reaps what he sows.' (Galatians 6: 7)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem