why must it be
4July 20 by The Running Son
why must it be
following pangs of birth comes bliss –
one moment’s recognition of holy worth,
to pain again; the innocent’s
bright hearts, shading, lower slowly
thin to earth, grating.why must it be like this? –
this fading, clarity – the sunlight
permeating a darkness that, following
the sweet mist of day, comes calling
to sweep crisp clarity away?black over white keys falling,
birch and black oak leaves blow,
foggy autumn groves do not say,
or explain, the dew-laden landings,
and grueling sprains, causingnew sprouts to grow.
by Jim Aldrich (:
©2013 JimAldrich
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Jim in my latest blog i have sought to give some answers to
why it must be.
Indrajit
Yes, why does the cycle continues?
Yoshiko
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I like both the question and its answers. an endarkened mind cannot digest the reasons, and its enlightened counterpart will not regress to separating, into dichotomy, the purpose of our seasons.
Even I enjoy your reply and our conversations 🙂