Sunrise. Mid-day. Dusk. Sunset.
Time passes swiftly –daily, hourly, minutely
We sing. We laugh. We cry.
Yet we are not satisfied
We dance when indulged our every whim
We sulk when things go awry.
Caring not if it’s for our good
Wailing like petulant children,
We long for the dramatics
The sky turning green would have been ideal
Better still, building castles in their air
Blind to what even a bat would see in broad daylight
Then one begins to ponder…
Why can’t we see this love so pure?
Why don’t we realize these miracles so constant?
When will we recognize the blessings of God in our lives?0