the balance

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Balance​

BY ALICE B. FOGEL
Balance is everything, is the only
way to hold on.
I've weighed the alternatives, the hold
as harbor: It isn't safe
to let go. But consider the hover,
choices made, the moment
between later and too late.
Hesitation is later, regret
too late. You can't keep turning
and turning, or expecting
to return. This earth

is not a wheel, it is a rock
that erodes, mountain by mountain.
And I have been too soft,
like sandstone, but there is a point
where I stand without a story,
immutable and moved, solid
as a breath in winter air.

I have seen my death and I know
it is my neighbor, my brother,
my keeper. In my life
I am going to keep trying
for the balance,

remembering the risks and the value
of extremes, and that experience
teaches the length of allowable lean;
that it is easier — and wiser —
to balance a stone as if on one toe
though it weigh a hundred pounds

than to push it back against the curve
of its own world.

 

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Justin Dietsche
Feb 16, 2020
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Balance, A Poem​

God,
He is the before beginning but also the after end
Seemingly an endless stream of being
That was and is and is to come forever and ever
He is the creator yet he was never created
Constructing large galaxies and small molecules
Simple blades of grass and intricate sun rays
All pointing to and providing evidence for His existence
He is Lord but also Servant
Ruling on His heavenly throne
Who stepped down from it to serve His way to our heart’s
Proving that love is indeed an action
He is perfect yet delights in the imperfect
Choosing to see the person behind the mistakes
Willing to instantly forgive and forget everything
So that His children may delight in His freedom
He is the Lion but also the Lamb
Fierce enough to conquer any enemy that ever existed
He Attained His greatest victory by the greatest and most undeserving sacrifice
Not even holding back His own life He provided the Way
He is God and also Man
A mystery too great to understand
A depth that none can fathom
When Infinite God took the form of finite man
But never ceasing to be what He had always been.
He is the Healer but sometimes a doctors got to open up wounds
To heal the scars of the past
And all you feel is Him stitch inch by inch the gaping wounds of your soul
But don’t fret, healing is coming
This is our God, this is our King
Who is clothed in majesty ! Who painted our skies and gave us our lullabies
He is the perfect song the sweetest melody
The perfect balance of everything
Though we cannot see Him always so clearly
We know He loves us dearly
That what isn’t figured out her,e we have all of eternity
Often times we allow our theology to become our God
Instead of just letting it be open perspective we lay it down as a closed commandment
And what we so often do not understand is that it does not matter to God so much
What we think or what we do
So be still and know God is who He is
That’s it.