light where the road bends
startling until the mind sees
the train’s on the track
constant cognitive struggle
between what’s sensed and what’s real
light where the road bends
startling until the mind sees
the train’s on the track
constant cognitive struggle
between what’s sensed and what’s real

wouldn’t it be nice
if the picture perfect days
weren’t so busy
it will have to be enough
to just pause and be grateful

our hearts are troubled
until we accept the truth
we’re not in control
our lives all interweaving
the fulfillment of wholeness

generous nature
pouring love into the world
even on hardness
unheeding of wastefulness
boundless love flows endlessly
spring’s finally here
with less than usual fanfare
are our hearts less glad

shall we grieve for what’s missing
or be thankful for what we have