BALANCE

God gave fragrance to the flowers

And a song for the birds to sing

So even those without sight

Could see the beauty that they bring.

 But I can't help but wonder,

At the thorn he placed upon the rose

And why, suppose, he made the weed

Or inspired a poet to write in prose.

 Was it, for us, a lesson shown

That life brings the bitter with the sweet.

And for the poet, compassion given,

That allows his pen to paper meet.

 When a summer storm has passed,

And the sun comes out to shine,

I look to see the sky reveal

A rainbow adorning so divine.

 May I never grow so blind

That my blessings I fail to see

Nor my ears grow so deaf

That I don't hear what he says to me.

 So when the thorns begin to sting,

Upon the rose I'll place my sight

And when the darkness in me creeps,

Upon his face I'll see the light.