Love/Hate

There is a fine line
I have to tread
Between a world of life
At that of the dead
The love is there
To make me feel
The hate is there
To make me real
Yet I find my steps
Are seldom sure
They teeter totter
With each lure
The push and pull
The constant tug
It takes it's toll
The thorns are dug
But seldom is
The answer found
Elsewhere than on
Sacred ground
So when the earth
Is seeming dim
I take a breath
And follow Him