What do you choose?

erin-haas Poems

I open my eyes each morning to see the glistening of the sun, as it hits the dew on the grass spreading images of glitter across the ground. I close my eyes to the harsh words headlined across my morning paper. I don't dare reach out on my porch step in efforts to grab that folded piece of garbage screaming words of death, poverty and war. Instead I open my ears to wind, the warm breeze that brings to my ears the sweet music and rejoice sent to me from the heavens above. I close my ears to the voice on the t.v. the cold, cruel voices, only there to reinforce the bitterness I find in my coffee. Instead, I lean over the rose bush smelling the sweet fragrance that seeps into veins, generously filling me with happiness and life. You see –we all have a choice. See, we can all chose to live a life of joy or a life of pain. You see, many of us chose to share the sad things in life, and while there are times when sadness is only right we cannot allow it to take us over, like a flood after a long storm. And even when the biggest flood of them all, is over and sun has dried up all the rain, the roses will bloom again-- a little brighter than before, the birds will sing a little again—a little louder than before So choose life. Choose love.