Here And There (Poetry)

Here is the love                  and                there is the loss
sometimes there’s benefit    —                 always there’s cost

Here is the bread                                     there is the wine —
blood-red as beauty                                 body divine

Here is the book                 and                therein the word
the pen doesn’t know                               if wisdom’s unheard

Here is the head                 and                there sits the crown
the castle is old                                       its walls tumble down

Here is the gun                   and                there is the war
this one’s not the first                               they’ve fought them before

Here is the truth                  and                there is the lie
the evil lives on                                         the good often die

Here is the child                                       there grows the man
so sure he is part                                     of Nature’s great plan

Here is short life                                       there waits long death
most squander their time                           waste breath after breath

Here is one fact                                        there’s fiction enough
make hay while you can                            grab life by the scruff