Passing Thoughts
Why do we seek answers
for questions that have none?
Why do we
build up frustration
when we could be having fun?
Why to we tear ourselves apart
over idle remarks?
When we could be enjoying life
sitting in the park.
The things we fear hardly
ever come to pass.
On every rough road there are
some smooth
patches at last.
No one ever made progress
by sulking about
his luck
But you can stride out in seven league boots
if you have a little
bit of pluck.
When there are black clouds
lightning and
thunder.
When you feel your whole world
is being torn
asunder.
Then remember the beautiful peace
that descends
after the storm.
A new World of blue skies, singing birds, gentle winds,
A world
reborn.
18th October 1998 by Hillie Feldman
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