It starts easy enough.
We are born.
Perhaps we are born again
While we — and those we love —
And then we learn that
Surviving is not the sole purpose
For being here.
Being alive is not so much the point.
What we long for is the life
That can be in the living.
Today, the sky is blue.
I know that yesterday
(And possibly tomorrow again)
It was gray-filled-with-clouds.
Why should the color of the sky
Feed my discontent?
Today, it does not.
I pray that tomorrow or the next
Day — even in the grayness —
It may still not color my world.
So I grant the beautiful blueness
My blessing and pick up my guitar
~ by Stan Stewart
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