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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