If we should dare to blind truth face
with a sincere heart speaking soft without haste.
Would it then be through divine eyes we see
That with the absence of suffering,
The soul would never really know
the truth of being pleased.
For both are intertwined
Twisted and mixed
And all revealed in time.
For it is much like that the coming of rain,
With its darkness, its cold and its lingering pain.
For without the darkness in our day
Could we, would we,
recognize the light when it came our way.
Pray tell…what could be more divine
than the cold hurtful rain falling from our sky?
For without this…
Could we attest to and in truth,
when the sun truly did shine?
As I see, and as I must say,
The former is required
To be able in honesty
to hold bliss in our hearts this day.
J. Allen Wilson © 2005