Chorus For All Seasons. Poem by Scott Forster

A heart full of sorrow
no hopes for tomorrow
as dreams slip away.
We live our lives in the shadow of the sun
battling our misfortunes, trying to be someone.
Fickle forces do their worst
while we come to terms with past defeat
and the world crawls towards something.. something different
underneath our feet.
We try to still ourselves and pray the best for what's ahead
for in our darkest hour, the future come fills us with dread.
The passing storm giving way to calm relief.
Glorious in small victories, grateful for little mercies.
As the soul strays the path
In beauty, always to return to course.
We are blessed to live in this world,
let us make the most.
Don't be caught in tangled webs of confusion and contempt
or sink into pessimism and forgo any attempt.
Let us rise with joy, to face head high before the horizon
eyes forward faced focused on the goal
knowing there is no small injuries without the magnifiscient whole.
Tender resignation and weather any falls,
false friends, setbacks, angst and trouble when it calls.
What more can you seek for? What more can be found?
There is no problem without solution,
the answers are all around.