The sights, sounds, and smells
It is as if it tells
Of beauty and splendor
Of love so tender
We hurry through our life
We don’t see none but strife
We cry and we moan
We mumble and groan
If we should pause
Re-evaluate our cause
Look past the sadness
The annoyance and madness
We’ll see a place
Full of mercy and grace
Of resplendant love
Straight from above
If we see only
Things we deem lowly
God’s grace will never abide
In us it won’t reside
Life has it’s own
Pain that is shown
We should decide
To set it aside
This poem is for those
Who saw just their woes
Who didn’t get through
And neither made do
I pray with my being
That you who are seeing
Will look past these things
And grow your own wings
