The Center

A Poem by Victoria Lynn Hall

The center keeps moving
 if you judge it as between
 what's left and what's right
 or who's right and who's wrong
 or what's black and what's white
 or who's weak and who's strong

The center keeps moving
 if you think it can be seen
 within the highs or the lows
 because tides rise and they fall
 and what's lifting some boats
 may soon drown us all
 
The center of a cresting wave
 will elevate what's on top
 then crush what is beneath
 
The center of a darkened cave
 is no place for us to stop
 if there's a brighter place to be
 
The center keeps moving
 because so must we
 
So let's not aim for the center
 between the greater and the lesser
     greed
 
Let's aim for the heart of the matter
 and make our target to deliver
 what everybody needs

A self taught artist and creative entrepreneur, Victoria Lynn Hall lives in the Kansas City area with 4 spoiled cats. She believes in art and the magic of kindness.

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