In the palm of each soul, unfolds a brand new story;
The radiance in each face, singing verses of His glory.
How, when, in what and why we're different,
No mortal can think and tell;
Yet, in one heart lie our roots,
The deepest depth of our shell.
When petals go on to bloom,
And their sweetness go on to lose;
Who is it that staunchly objects,
Beautiful dew instead to choose?
Who is it, in innocence, suffering their several pricks?
Pieces of the pond, when begin to bleed;
Who tidies up the water,
Getting Heavens to seal the leak?
When our cup with injustice overflows;
Who throws that dash of yellow,
To brighten what is bleak?
Today, I have no answers,
Only questions to ponder over and ask;
Knowing, I've been led by prayer,
Random repetition that got me through the task.
As minutes of the day continue to pass by,
A soothing balm appears,
Healing hurts that threatened to cry;
Dedicated warriors returning from battles hard-fought,
Whoever their blood-stained slate to wipe clean taught?
The fury seems gone, kindness exploding,
All it took was a hug, some genuine understanding.
Did the wrong get undone?
Maybe not as one would have liked.
But was the goodness rewarded??
For sure, despite every evil that purposefully spiked!
A warm, sunshiney-bright day,
Need come not always in an expected way;
Look out for showers of blessings in cold nights,
Moist greenery making up for plump bundles of hay! ;)