The Midst Among Us Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

Make me an instrument of Thy love,
Between a beleaguered heart and mind,
A fulcrum's heavy side to stand
And be a balance of the mind.

Persuading words they come on equal side
Which one to take - a sense does overrides,
Let up your heart, your mind atop it stands,
A sense of right persuades a fulcrumed sight.

Fortune plants on guard left and right
Swaying green carried by the wind,
The balanced scene disturbed the open mind
The guard's own fortune sways from each side.

Be swayed to one and yet another mind
Is waiting for a balanced stand,
To tell you what an instrument am I,
And will remain a fulcrum in your mind.