Ashes to the ground Before tossed by wind Never what was But path made again… Life so tangled When destroyed but together Like the worn map Or lost buried treasure… Proof is beyond Noon or now Within the nuance Or a Will somehow… For in the loss Or changing scheme Lies a purpose Beyond what it means… Life is a cycle That never truly ends No matter how altered More to impend… So often absent In the course of our lives- To stop and wonder The gift being alive.
Sometimes beautiful nights come after a really bad day – and such is life. I understand that without the bad days – I would appreciate good days less. But… the string of bad days has beat out the good ones too often lately. And yet… I know my blessings exceed my trials. I do! But the trials keep increasing – and its drowning out the logical part of my brain. But still I take the time to appreciate beauty from the divine, and I think… Thank God I got to see one more night. No wonder the moon is so bright. May tomorrow have the light of this night tonight.