The Heart of Man
By J. Lynne Moore

In the end…
Who will know,
Who killed the dog
or ate the crow?

Who will remember,
The lover’s game,
That broke a heart,
In Heaven’s name?

The will of man,
Is a fickle toy;
Wrought with fear,
Forged with joy.

In the sands of time,
Who will erase,
The deeds of evil,
In want of grace?

Hope may die,
But not the soul…
When courage steps forth,
To pay envy’s toll.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved