By Richard Perrotti
“Time is the great stealer,” he told me
It will rob you of all you hold dearly.”
But time is also the great healer, I replied,
Offering the chance to see things more clearly.
“Look at the star blazing brightly above us.
Magnificent! And not really a star.”
Exactly, I said, just two planets aligning
And our unique point of view from afar.
“You’re deluding yourself,” he muttered
The world’s filled with sorrow and pain.
Look around at everything missing
That can never be cherished again.”
Consider this, I requested
Every thought requires a host
To give it life and to spread it
‘Else it withers and dies like a ghost.
Everything that’s ever been in this world
Remains in some altered form.
For what is a pearl in an oyster
But a grain of sand reborn?
A child will grow and stretch towards the sky
While feeling some pain from that growth.
Yet he’ll exalt at his world expanding.
It’s not one or the other. It’s both.
“But darkness seems to surround us,” he said.
I’m exhausted from this terrible fight.”
Then release the struggle. Surrender, I said
And you’ll find that you turn towards the light.
With that the darkness just lifted
And the feeling of light flooded down.
If you focus on something that’s missing,
You will never see what’s been found.