The Razor
There is a principle in life,
A law that each can see.
Requiring constant vigilance,
Against this entropy.
We see it every morning,
The harvest of the flesh.
What once was smooth and silken,
Now tender touch arrests.
With hyssop lay the lather,
Against the flesh each morn.
And with the two-edged sword,
Expose a heart reborn!
©1996 Sandra Gilloth
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