Poetry

Time Mends All Wounds
 
A Balance, a truth, may contain; corruption or
honor,
 peace or war,
or the Human Heart.
 
Never has it beaconed the end, nor faded in time.
 
For ‘Balance’ favors time, and time favors truth.
A never ending void in a world of wonder.
 
Though the ‘Human Heart’ may conflict; though ‘Balance’
may tilt,
time shall heal, and mend these wounds.
 
Shall so be it, till the end of days,
 or ‘God’ wills such new beginnings.
 
Allenda Vena