From a sea of hate
He rises
Creating enemies
on either shore
Turning man
against his brother
until their country
was no more

If Yesterday
be scarred by bad memories
and Tomorrow
possessed by dark dreams
They both have the power and influence
to make Today
come apart at the seams

Sometimes we may have thoughts
about ourselves and others
that lurk in the dark shadows of human frailty
and lose sight of
what makes us so complex
and uniquely divine

Let's take a drive
up to the mountains
where no one can find us
at least for the day

Rest in the arms
of slumbering giants
'til a breeze
from the trees
softly asks us to stay

These special deliveries
Heaven sends to the earth
Each silently waits
until that moment of birth
When it finally arrives
New lungs fill with air
to let everyone know
what to handle with care

Today is the day
that I will be less a human doing
and more a human being
If not but for one moment
I will know how
to be something other than
a mule pulling a plow

And then the sun rises......

I have come to the conclusion
that it is both unfair and unreasonable
to expect any one person
to be happy all of the time
and also to judge that discontent
as some sort of personal failure
How could it possibly be that simple?
May any sustained absence of one's happiness
lead to an enduring appreciation of it's return