Weak Spots Xix

The tired soul, that exerts energy like wildfire, preempting dark truths of this world, God questioned of His fairness The one that lives in assured hope, Who sees the world's beauty Beyond its messy evils— She sings the Father's dreams! And the moderators— The ones in the middle— They can taste the dark and light, Always chasing infallibility We need all of these souls, To unite in their perspectives, Growing and rising for the other, To learn to love each other 2.19.20 Note: In this world, we may very well know or run into people with altogether different perspectives - we can find beauty in our differences. For those that don't believe in God or higher power for instance, we can learn how to question things more, and from those that do, we can learn the beauty and value of hope...and to those who are in the middle, we can learn how to be more open minded and levelheaded. Just some thoughts going through my mind... Thank you for taking the time out of your day/evening to read this poem. Love, Laura