The Interior Sense
Fr. Paul Ward
My right possesses and signals,
it knows by feel and sense,
it forces, presses, squeezes, casts,
my right is the loyal servant.
O, the left talks and rests,
lies and sleeps in dullness,
it drops and fumbles and slips and lobs,
my left betrays me daily.
I need two hands to teach me
the two sides of my heart,
by heart that possesses and feels,
lies and blurs,
full of all the might and weakness
of a simple man with great aspirations.
And loyalty and betrayal come from within a man,
where his heart lies,
fountain of good and evil.