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The poet aims to describe what comprises people's lives. |
| Our lives are woven from a mingled yarn Where joy alternates with sorrow And the triumphs are just as real as the tragedies As much as today precedes tomorrow. It may look like a series of frequent gambles Often left to serendipity or chance For what will determine success or failure Is hardly discerned from a single glance. But how can you explain the sun, with all its glory The way it submits to the silence of the night Who takes care of the mighty eagle Journeying alone in its flight? Who decides where the brash, crashing waves Meet with the safety of the shores How long will the wind whisper secrets to the blades of grass Forevermore, forevermore? Who blesses the humble sparrows As they try to make it through another day Their songs reverberating like echoes Chirping, chirping, merry along the way. As we look at the lilies of the valley bloom to their splendor God shows His miracles, simple and great His plans for our lives are always the results Of the measure of our trust and faith. |