PORCUPINES

so do we know each other well
I’m not so sure
I cannot tell
we have our lives
and things of note
for some we write on
facebook posts

but who we are
and what we seem
is what we want the world to see
for sure a spin
an airbrushed life
that we all guard
like porcupines

now ego mediates within
the super ego
and the id
that feeds an endless need in us
for want of more significance

the cryptic mind a paradox
a cache of
cruelty and love
So baffling and bizarre as well
this mortal port
of heav’n and hell

and there sequestered
in our souls
lay remnants of a moral code
a feelings fog of good and bad
that we ourselves don’t fully grasp

yet we’re the kings in our own court
we pardon all our crimes of course
though clemency can’t silence shame
that only God can full erase

well feelings over time reshape
and culture shifts from age to age
so now for me this Truth remains
there’s only One who does not change

A poem by Greg Nelson
© 2020 by Poppie’s Hallel (BMI. Admin. by Amplified Administration)