Sonnet: Great Things Can Be Missed

So narrow’s gap between one’s love and lust! So brittle’s line between world’s war and peace! ’Tis photo-finish ’tween second and first! A trifle separates labor from ease! So narrow’s zone ’tween contempt and friendship! A hair’s breath decides human love from hate! Narrow’s the gap ’tween stranger and sib-ship! A trifle’s ’tween God’s providence and fate! One mouth of air decides one’s life and death! A wrong premise turns believer, atheist! ’Tween birth and death, ’tis hair-line in its breath! The hand that saves can turn into a fist! But wide’s the gap between Heaven and Hell; You choose just one and hang onto it well!