The Trees of Tribulation
Poems From The Porch
photo by Mika Matin on Unsplash.com
The sun doesn’t have time
to warm the earth this morning
because the clouds only allow
a transient glimpse of light to be felt.
Life is like that, too,
in times of tribulation.
The Sun is always there
radiating Its loving beams,
but murky days cloud their reception
Its no fault of the Sun, though,
and our cumulous cousins can’t take the blame either.
For nothing exists independently,
and what at first you might reject
Water and light
Your life and mine
The mighty wind is not heard
without trees through which to blow.