I see in the world around me a race for “life”
But is life all strife?
Are they no two sides to this coin?
The blaze of glory alongside deep dejected deprivation…
The simple pleasures I behold are worth all the tribulation.
The soft flowers
The tender new leaves
The tolling of the church bells
The full-throated rejoicing of the choir
As their voices swell…
With passion at which I can only marvel,
The sparkle of snow flakes frozen on barbed wires
Like diamonds so rare
The grotesque yet haunting beauty of trees so bare
The promise of spring …
New shoots breaking through the ground despite all odds
The first steps of a child
That look of love so mild
The frisky temperament of a filly wild
The wonder of looking at your children
And seeing your whole life reflected therein
The moors so barren
Yet the beautiful heather doth sustain
There is no end…
My heart can just go one collecting all of them
Each memory more precious than the one before
Like pages of a never-ending diary
I leaf through…
All these pleasures all the more well expressed
All the more felt
For all the pain …
A truly befitting recompense.
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