Freedom’s Choice
Such startling contrasts
Often get our attention
We often question why
When pain and suffering enter in
Yet in the midst of all of that raucous din
We seem to forget to ask why
All the beauty and majesty are there as well
Sometimes as small as the hermit crab’s shell
Sometimes as grand as the redwood
Sometimes in the message of a flower pastel
Who despite the presence of blackened death nearby
Simply shines on in all of its glory
Maybe I should learn the lesson here
Maybe I should hear the story
In spite of circumstances, war, or shame
I can still go on, living my name
Reveling in my freedom to choose the good
11/18/18
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