Mother Earth
Cycles: One More Time
Cycles: an experience in life,
a lesson to be learned more profound than before-
through darkness to light, the opening of a door.
With each new turn came an entire new dimension to the experience;
spring, summer, winter, fall-a new lesson to be learned in all.
They say that pain walls in a wounded man,
subconsciously seeking shelter
experience after experience, joy after pain-
from copper, to silver, to gold in the smelter.
Wishing to be a child releasing laughter in the rain-
only one way to go, again walk through the pain.
Character, wisdom, knowledge and strength-
seek only to be thy attributes, event after event.
They say that in each life a little rain must fall-
yet from showers to thunderstorms…
I’ve been through it all.
The light may have diminished, time after time-
sometimes extinguishing, lying here dying.
Through it all though mine eyes did not see-
the surge of my spirit would gain the victory.
Though you look at me seeing me only in the flesh-
abolish not beauty, for such is the reward of my test.
In time by example many a heart will be won-
I can only pray for patience as the steps I take one by one.
Cycles: an experience in life,
a lesson to be learned more profound than before-
a room filled with beauty, no longer hidden beyond the door.
