Parallels - Poem by Jesse Fast
Like a quiet peaceful birdsong,
In the calmness of the morn,
Or the somber hush of wind,
Upon the sparkling grasses...
So is the orchestra of life.
Like a solemn winter snowfall,
In the chill of evening light,
Or the last long rays of sun,
Upon the darkening forest...
So is the drama of the seasons.
Like a far-off roll of thunder,
In the humid summer night,
Or the mighty crash of waves,
Upon the rocky shoreline...
So is the awesome power of God.
Like a soldier in the battle,
In the conflict for the right,
Or the artist painting color,
Upon the empty canvas...
So is the poignant call of duty.
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