Cycles:  One More Time

 

Cycles:  an experience in life,

a lesson to be learned more profound than before;

through darkness to light, the opening of a door.

 

With each new turn came an entire new dimension to the experience;

spring, summer, winter, fall-

a new lesson to be learned in all.

 

They say that pain walls in a wounded man,

subconsciously seeking shelter;

experience after experience, joy after pain-

from copper, to silver, to gold in the smelter.

 

Wishing to be a child releasing laughter in the rain-

only one way to go, again walk through the pain.

Character, wisdom, knowledge and strength-

seek only to be thy attributes, event after event.

 

They say that in each life a little rain must fall-

yet from showers to thunderstorms...

I've been through it all.

 

The light may have diminished, time after time-

sometimes extinguishing, lying here dying.

Through it all though mine eyes did not see-

the surge of my spirit would gain the victory.

 

Though you look at me seeing me only in the flesh-

abolish not beauty, for such is the reward of my test.

In time by example many a heart will be won-

I can only pray for patience as the steps I take one by one.

 

Cycles:  an experience in life,

a lesson to be learned more profound than before:

a room filled with beauty...no longer hidden beyond the door.

 

Godwin H. Barton

 

Photo:  River at the back of my home community- Kincolith, in Northwestern B.C.

 

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