The Actions Of Your Deeds Poem by James McLain

Bread as well as beauty of the soul.
Blood and meat we need to live each day.
We failed to act inaction marked one grave.
Does an act restrict the all to what you have?
Or does what you have then given to the all.
Other's come while mothers walk away.
Fathers stop to watch what comes to pass.
Hesitation stops the sun around the earth say mass.
Forever and one day began with that.
Such beauty of the soul as well as bread.