The Eternal Path Poem by Aaron Lynn

You can't have the puffy clouds
Without the worm-infested Earth.
Nor can you have the soothing warmth
Without the fire burning first.
You can't have a sprouting flower
Without alluring the flies
Repel them all you will, but still,
One day that rose will die.
You can't have the burning sun
Without the strong and vengeful storm
And you can't have the fairy tale
Without the cruel and haunting lore.
You can't have the truth
Without sifting through the filthy lies
You can't even be given life
Without a screeching, bitter cry.
You're destined for a grave
As you lay secure within your cradle
And you can't have almighty God
Without the dreaded fallen angel.
You can't have this precious Earth
Without the unlit burning at the core.
And you won't find any peace
Without sounding the drums of war.
You may have heard of paths
One of the left, and one of right.
The good eye sees the paths converge
Bringing the truth into the light.
Now, you can sit and weep,
Perhaps you'd scoff at me appalled.
Or you could kneel forth in humility
At the eternal beauty of it all.