Just as the joy in life must end,
As its soul stands bare in the sun,
So must you know sorrow and pain,
and how it feels to be undone.
For in life, there are wondrous things;
Fairness, love, a summer's day, and lest I forget, pain.
People live a life divided into two sides,
A painful, dark one that is filled with despair,
And one brimming with love, beauty, and serenity.
Just as we must know pain,
We ought to know its meaning and its place in our lives.
For without pain I see no purpose in life.
Without it we are simply names without a meaning;
Songbirds with no songs to sing.
And just as seasons pass in our lives,
Seasons of enjoyment, love, passion,
Seasons of coldness, sadness, and despair;
Just as they pass, and as we sow and reap the fields,
We must too accept the seasons of grief, warmth, comfort, and misery that pass over our hearts.
Much of our pain is inside of us,
Left for ourselves to heal, remedy, and overcome.
For it is the healer inside of us that brews potions of sweetness, sourness, and bitterness that heal us as we drink them unwillingly.
They touch our bare lips, perhaps poisoning them, but yet they heal us.
Hence, we must trust the healer that resides within.
As he brews his potions, and we drink them,
And as he lays his heavy hand on our hearts,
Placing his remedy to our broken souls in a green chalice he forged himself with his own hallowed touch.
