Double-Sided Coin

Delay does not calm fears,  

  It grows anxiety.

However pious your intentions,

  The result is never piety.

Broken is as broken does,

  I am broken inside out.

Rusty thoughts and an oiled tongue,

  Carries little clout.

So where does love fit into things,

  If seeing is believing?

Being gotten... then forgotten,

  And watching the getter leaving.

So why the double-sided coin?

  A story ends one way.

No matter who leaves, or where they've gone,

  Christ is the one who'll stay.