The Double Image

The Double Image I wondered through this turbulent world. Through the wind, the mist and the rain. Over many a rocky cavern; And many a sandy plain. I climbed a grassy little hill. In that rare day of fun; I sang in blessed confusion, As I walked there in the sun. I paused and saw a little pool Clear and cool as ice; A gentle breeze blew through my hair, The weather was quite nice. I stooped to look into the pool My image for to see. And saw two figures fighting; Who looked a lot like me. I turned away in fear and awe, And wondered how and why? There were two reflections in the pool, When but one soul am I? I looked again, and oh, twas true. I was twice pictured in the pool. Yet one was like an angel fair, The other was a ghoul. The angel clad in purest white; As lovely as could be. Smiled back from out the shallow depths, And signed a Cross to me. The monster leered beside the Saint; And made me understand. Both good and evil struggle there; In the heart of every man. They fought together in the pool. As life's long hours passed. I watched them till the light grew dim, And the sun was sinking fast. I know some day one will prevail. Be it Love or Hate. That decision is up to me; And will decide my fate. I wandered once to a little pool; My reflection for to see. And saw two reflections in a pond; And both of them were me.