The Narrow Gate

The Narrow Gate I am (for those who believe?) a Libra Somewhere in the stars, in balance by scale Gray, in nature, and unlike the zebra Misunderstood [and] alone, walking this trail Somewhere in the stars, in balance by scale Concluding my thoughts: you say, I am wrong I argue, "I am not!" But prove it, I fail To give up, again, and wish, I belonged Concluding my thoughts: you say, I am wrong I agree, that you have proven your point I hate to concede; as though, if your song Were singing the praise, to entire, the coin I agree that you have proven my point With passion, you sing, like a golden harp The left and the right; in God, are conjoined For two sides, a coin; not, that far apart With passion, you sing, like a golden harp And with love, you see, the Devil: disguised But, do not be fooled; he pulls us apart To lead us astray, to steal what you tithe And with love, you see, the Devil: disguised A wolf in sheep cloth, to stave off the Light To name just a few: Greed, Envy, and Pride The promise, He keeps! Temptation: we fight! A wolf in sheep cloth, to stave off the light I am gray in nature [and] wary of blight The stars in the sky [are] not idols to praise [And The] scourge of this world; Wrote John, of these days © 2020 Jeffrey Spencer