Shadows on the path

The truth lies here
beneath our feet,
and still we fail to see
until the blues come along
and throw it into relief:
there will be pain
and sorrow,
and crosses we must bear;
shadows will fall
upon the ground
where each of us must walk.
But on a sunny
summer afternoon,
I only saw the colors,
patterns in the paint;
it took a cloudy day
to see the light.
And yet --
rejoice, I hear, rejoice
and again I hear
Rejoice!


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