Disembodied spirits
Tickle at our brains
As we fall asleep at the wheel
And circle down the drain.
Half awake and half aware
We stumble into life,
In both love and circumstance
Accidental and dumb.
The stone is set
And the concrete hardens
As we wear a ditch
In the same old circle.
There is little I could say
Much less, that I could write
That would change
The inevitable circumstances
All around you and me.
But perhaps
Escape is not the answer
That we should seek
And deliverance not the solution
That we need.
Pushing through and pushing on
May be the hardest thing
But more often than not
It is the best thing.
I have tried it both ways
And I know what it feels like
To win and to lose
Losing more often than not
And drowning in despair.
It took the longest time
For me to understand
That happiness is right in front of us
Every minute and every day.
Hidden in plain sight
In a child’s smile
In a child’s smile
Or in an oil painting
Found even in the smallest of blessings
Each and every day.
Even the most modest decency
And unexpected camaraderie
Should be greeted with joy
Because a wise man should never expect
His kindness to be returned.
Friendship is a treasure
And friendships that endure
Are a blessing
More valuable than gold.
The world is upside down
And a trail of bodies
And broken dreams
Litter the streets
Litter the streets
Because of hatred, jealousy,
Foolishness, and greed.
Men eternally
Trade darkness for light
And succumb to double minded doubt
Even when they have seen miracles
Time and time again.
If you have found the words
Then you remain my friend
Know that you are in my thoughts
And you are in my prayers.
No matter what happens
And no matter what
The future brings
We can be rich in love
And blessings.
In any and all circumstances
There remains a greater blessing
Good people shall always find it
If they know who trust
And who to believe.
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