there is a drawer
within every soul,
where cluttered memories
and stories unfold
some drawers are rustic
well worn and old,
of a fine vintage worth
much more than gold
deep are the drawers
which hold all the pain,
of a life filled by
great losses and gain
shallow are the drawers
that hold many lies,
of a life squandered
by much compromise
wide are the drawers
that have too much breadth,
built on a standard
which may lead to death
narrow is the drawer
which holds finer treasure,
faith, truth and hope
love's grace beyond measure
23 September, 2011
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