Isn’t life grand~
Even in the midst of pain?
Isn’t it terrible~
Even in the midst of joy?
The tears that fall today~
May water a crop of laughter,
Which will bloom abundantly tomorrow.
Within the laughter of this moment~
Is the knowledge that tomorrow,
May yield a new harvest of sorrows.
Has there ever been a time~
In this life,
When one existed,
Purely,
Without the other?
When have we not known pains?
Perhaps as babes, or as drunks?
When have we not known pleasures?
When we were overcome with our losses?
No, even these times embrace possibilities of their opposite.
Oh, dismal joy!
Oh, joyful despair!
Time holds all things within its embrace!
Until time is no more!
~FS
Prayerful Life 