The Choice Is Within Us Poem by RIC BASTASA

out there
the fields are blooming with
red and yellow flowers
the grass greener
the skies so clear
with patches of
white and blue

why just sit there
and focus on the nails of
your feet?

why count the pebbles on
the muddy grounds?

why cry? when what our God
loves is the smile
of the child in us
when we are molded to his
happy face?

why reserve those tears of
sorrows
when we are meant to shout for
joy and
finally give in to those
happy tears