Can a rose grow
backwards?
Will the sun set in
the east?
Can the waves flow
from shore?
Is there beauty in
the beast?
Nothing set in
motion,
Can proceed without a
passion,
Or progress without
emotion,
For life is a simple
love.
The simple is most
profound,
As there is no such
thing as size,
Which most will not
surmise,
When looking at their
woes.
There is no limit to
love,
No limitation to
living,
Even strolling the
same garden,
Is never the exact
same path.
And so our spirits
grow,
As growth never comes
easy,
Through trials and
through pain,
Wisdom finds beauty
in truth.
For each day the sun
rises,
The world is never
the same,
Filled with joy and
with pain,
Painted again by the
same hands.
And so we find the
truth,
That thought changes
reality,
Reality changes each
life,
Through love within
God’s plan.
No comments:
Post a Comment