Poems by Sylvia Stults

Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Make me a path that curves around trees
Of stepping stone, wood chip, and moss
Varying in array of colors
Causing one's mind to venture in thought.

Make me a garden so rich in hue
That the sun will fight not to set,
Where merely viewing its beauty
All differences one will forget.

Make me a garden like people of the world,
All different in culture and view,
Contributing to the person I am
Without your prejudicial few.

A garden of only one color, it seems
Would be dull and so very alone.
I want my garden of life to be filled
With every color known.

In this cavernous hole of deception
That starts with hurt and pain
Each step you slide in deeper
As resentment and anger lay blame

Little did you know, hurt and pain
Could lead to such great depths
Consuming your inner ability
To forgive in any respect

Take it from me, this hole is vast
And there's only one forged key
That can release you from it's confinement
But, believe me, it doesn't come free

It takes all the strength you can muster
Every ounce of fortitude
But consider it mere pence
For the life of hate you'll elude

So when hate's jailer comes calling
And your true self begins to fall
Grasp that key, it's inscription will read
Love conquers all