Many days I vacillate
Between despair and hopefulness.
The bitterness and vile hate,
The love and many ways we bless.
I sometimes wish for only one,
That all our finest work be done.
Yet for Good to make her mark
There also must be temptation.
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Rejoice, but be sure to weep.
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We have our triumphs.
We have our atrocities.
Both need attention.
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We are light and dark.
We are sin and salvation.
Life’s a balance act.
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For every valley, deep and dark,
A flame of glee begins to spark.
When we cry out from mountain tops,
A time will come when feasting stops.
Do not ask “why” of suffering;
Don’t to despair or brightness cling.
Shadows fall and light will rise.
It’s all laid out before your eyes.
Life is not life without its seasons,
And darkness has no deeper reasons
Than to balance out the light.
So keep the longer view in sight.
What now is will soon be past.
Embrace the moment while it lasts.
Dance when you can dance.
Sing, laugh, play, make love, enjoy.
Life is hard enough.
Life is all tension.
Leaning too far to one side
Leads one to blindness.
All is what it has to be,
Even in the darkest night.
Whatever befalls you and me,
We’re gonna be alright.
Things will rock and things will change,
Of course it all will hurt.
It’s but one end of the range
Of what happens on this earth.
Every thing we know and feel,
Death and joy and peace and strife,
Are what make existence real
All just part of living life.
For every light,
A bit of darkness comes forth.
The reverse is true.