Poem: Balance Is the Key

Balance Is the Key

In morning’s hush, when light is new,
The earth spins on, both old and true.
The sun and moon, in measured grace,
Trade turns to warm this spinning place.

A whispered breeze, a roaring sea—
Both sing the song of harmony.
The mountain still, the river free,
Each plays its part in symphony.

Too much of joy may lose its light,
Too long in dark obscures the night.
The fire must burn, but not consume,
The flower bloom, yet not presume.

In every breath, both in and out,
There lies the truth we dream about.
To give, to take; to rise, to rest—
Not either/or, but both is best.

In work and play, in grief and cheer,
The balance keeps the purpose clear.
Not all is peace, not all is strife—
But balance is the heart of life.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie