The split in Self is seen so clear,

And yet recoils in mortal fear

From any touch that seeks to bring

A healing to the wound within.

Twixt good and bad the players set

And rise to make their triumph, yet,

A tiny voice keeps up the cry

That truth is found within the I.

So peace and wisdom, love and truth

Stand on one side, placed well aloof

And rage, and vengeance, basest thought

Will hold their ground, no matter what.

The ‘I’ rides grace and then will leap

The fence to fly upon deceit

And all the while knows neither can

Hold sure, swift hoof on flimsy ground.

That day will come when each will find

Then disappear in new-born mind,

And truth of each is made anew,

The ‘I’ becomes, eternal ‘You.’

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to THE SPLIT

  1. Delyn Merce says:

    The first 4 lines especially speak to me.

  2. Great work! The first four lines grabbed me. I wrote something about “wounds” and yielding to the “healing touch” for my other (secret hideaway) blog. It has been calling me to take it out of drafts, so I feel like this is serendipitous. So glad our paths crossed. Abundant blessings, MW

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