When goodness abounds, evil will arise, for evil despises good. May this poem inspire those who do good to persist in their endeavor and may those who do evil ponder the ultimate consequences of "sowing and reaping".
How Do I Live? How Will I Die?
I rise in the morning and make my bed.
My mind is alive with wonder or dread.
What will I plant as I go through the day?
Will it be a flower or a garden of decay?
When I look at you will I see God's creation?
Or will I curse you because of my own desperation?
From the depth of my heart what do I share?
Is it kindness and love or hate and despair?
When your face is radiant do I compliment you?
Or does your joy only cause my hatred to brew?
Do I ever stop to think about the seeds that I sow?
Do I ever consider that what I’ve planted will grow?
Am I such a fool to think I’ll not die?
When I curse you and spread vicious hate and lies?
For only a fool would think nothing is lost
When he harms and maims, but counts not the cost.
O man, what a fool, to think he’ll not answer
For the evil that arises from a soul filled with cancer.
For the day will come for each on this earth.
The moment of death that finalizes your birth.
And what will the years in between have to tell?
A story of love or a story of hell?
For what I have lived will open my grave,
And what I receive will be just what I gave.
Karen Steward, August 5, 2006©
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