Like many in this modern world,
I'm trapped between contrasting worlds:
The secular and the sacred.
I'm torn between the light and dark.
I can't seem to forge a balance
Between the rose and the fire.
Like many in this modern world:
Will I submit to base desires?
Will I remain snug in Babylon
Or raise a hand to aid the wounded?
Will I be true to my conscience,
And be saved by Christ's healing blood?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This too will pass Dominic. Thoughtful poem.
Thanks Michael...my next poems will be about Christmas markets. I'm visiting one in York on Thursday!