On dreary, gloomy days
when the brightness of the sun
is obscured by layers upon layers
of dark cloud, where did it go?
Its light and warmth a distant
memory of times long ago, once happy
and joyful but now sad and sullen.
Dwelling on things in the past is
the sport of the mind, desperately seeking
to be removed from the present and snatch
at remnant treasures of the past.
A weak effort to recapture smiles, laughter, fun.
Look, look deep into the clouds and see the
reflection of the sun as it's rays,
though dimmed by dense clouds
still emit light in daylight hours.
The force of its rays too powerful to
hold back indefinitely, dimmed for a time
yet not extinguished.
With the clouds come the rain soaking the earth
and giving life to it's dry and scorched surface
caused by uninterrupted spells of the sun's heat.
It softens and accepts the rain, moist and cool,
reconstituting minerals, stirring life.
Two opposite occurrences,
prerequisite proponents of growth,
the circle of life. To view one as
good and the other bad, is to misunderstand.
To ignore life's cycles,
patterns haphazard
but endowed with meaning, is to move
through the world with only one way of seeing.
Life's blessings, many abundant,
flowing in, through, between the days
in a myriad of unexpected and mysterious ways.
When we see we give thanks;
when we don't see, we give thanks;
When things are good, the days sunny,
life unhindered progresses, we give thanks;
when darkness descend, shrouding the sun
we give thanks... but do we?
Poetry. Thought provoking. Thank you