Wisdom

when life treating you unkind
let it be

like leaves in the river
hope and disappointment drifting all in one
if you will it will
let it be rotten and spurge again
the regrowth in nature’s hand
let it be

when love giving you pain
let it be

like candle wax dripping losing its form
if you will it will
let it be lost and rebuilt again
the clay in the potter’s hand
let it be

when the world giving you silence
let it be

like a performer on an empty stage
if you will it will
let the clapping be mute and loud again
the art in the creator’s hand
let it be