STRENGTH
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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