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?


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