by Modar Neznanich


I hear the storm-winds stirring

Deep in their hidden lair,

Ready to issue out

With violent force.

To fly across the dismal swamp

And cover the fetid land

With trouble and mayhem,

Awash in hopelessness.

Then to strike against the walls

Of the great Golden Garden

Wherein lies the roses

Of love, hope and compassion.

The strength of the foul attack

That assails the mere stone barrier

Has been mighty enough to asunder

Every construct it has confronted.

It should rend the garden wall

Into an avalanche of worthless rubble

As it pulls the stones from the mortar,

And sends them tumbling down.

Yet the wall bears the assault

And continues to stand,

Guarding the precious treasures

That lies deep within.

The rare beauty that is guarded

by the great Golden Garden

Gives strength to the walls

That face the vile attack.

And though some may wonder

How such a thing can be

Both fragile and strong,

Protected and protecting,

All one can say

Is that even though

Made by mere mankind,

The bands of love are strong.

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