My Crooked Halo

What does it mean to be good?

My Halo doesn’t quite fit

It’s a little skewed to

the left as it rests.

 

I try and fix, but it slips

further than is used

to more or less.

 

The golden radiance which

used to shine forth

is dull; muted in it’s glow

 

A perfect circle…

 

That’s what it used to be

Now it’s so dented I might as

well call it a square.

 

But I have found geometry doesn’t

determine it’s value nor does

the quality of the color that shines forth.

 

The simplicity of possession is proof of it’s

worth.

 

 

By Philip Wardlow