I am hanging in the balance
At a place we call mankind
Between the wisdom of the heart
And the reason of my mind
A cross is here for me to carry
The thorns for me prescribed
And every nail that pierce my hand
Has life's reality inscribed
I bow my head in humble prayer
My burdens won't get worse
But to every gift from heaven
The devil adds his curse
I sail through troubled waters
In a faint and fading light
And the beacons they are few
In the dark and empty night
I knock upon that door within
And try to find myself
To bring out that which saves me
And gives wholeness to my Self
For every autumn leaf that falls
A new life starts to climb
For every mind that dies to Self
The Kingdom's bells will chime
Copyright © 2009 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
I as others await the ringing of the bells! God is pleased with this poem as well as I am that read it. God Be With You! Linda
The choirs of angels certainly have sung. Great write. E
this is provocative and very intuitive..it leaves the reader to ponder..well done!
you have it right my friend. despite joys and failures we are all trudging the same road to the same destination
Oh Wow! Ioved it. The wording was brilliant. Excellent: D
Wonderfully written my friend with a flow that is fantastic.
In this poem, you have captured mankind's ultimate quest, the search for himself. Very nice work Goran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Goran....10+++