TWO SIDES OF LIFE
 

Two sides of life.
On the one hand,
There's the playground.
It's no different from any other,
Except it's for all ages.
It's got a big sandbox,
With lot's of shiny toys,
And plenty of mud,
To get dirty with.
There are swings to fly high,
Away from the pains,
Of life's truthful realities,
And challenging monkey bars,
On which you can climb,
Clawing and sweating,
Your way to the top,
Only to fall, broken and hurt.

On the other hand,
Surrounding the playground,
Is a green grassy pasture,
With a border of trees,
Whose leaves wave in the wind.
There's also a babbling brook,
With pools of crystal clear water,
So delightful and cool.
The brook sings effortlessly,
The songs of relaxing peace,
As cotton tail clouds pass,
Ever so silently by,
Being pushed by a light breeze.
That whispering zephyr,
Gently caresses your face,
Taking your every thought,
And replacing it with serenity.

Unfortunately,
The playground is a fact of life,
But you can choose,
Whether or not to live there.
After you've played and played,
You may come to realize,
There's something better,
Something better outside,
The sandbox, monkey bars, and swings,
Its that second side of life.

"He makes me to lie down in green pastures:
He leads me besides the still and restful waters.
He refreshes and restores my life...."
Psalm 23:2-3 (AMP)

Written by David L. Henkel   thanks for your permission

 

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