CHOICES
With birth, the start to all life, all things
We, from a biparental picture
Made in God’s image and with man’s nature
We inherit their genes and their sins
The lamb becomes a sheep, the cub a lion
Growth is sure, maturity may come
But we always have His grace to rely on
Our lives under watch: for time will tell
Like quarantine in an epidemic
The virus is sin; Satan the vector
The cure is salvation; Christ, the doctor
The green of fresh plants
The pale as petals wither
Sweet melodies of chirping birds
Painful maladies from poison dreads
Stillness and tranquil of soothing eves
Unrest and discord which a panic gives
Two sides to every coin, our choices comprehend
Everlasting life or death in the end
© Erudite 2017
Christ a poet 