A Palace and Not a Prison

Friends may cleave and leave at will, foes may scold and scare us uphill. Love goes on when we learn and know that pains and gains are part of the show. Men and women are configured for connection, and also destined for... disconnection. When our faith dawns, fears depart; even when forever-friends fall apart. Roses smile when kissed by the sunray... They frown when blue skies turn gray. In life, wheat and weeds grow together; time and season tells us which one to gather. The Sun snugs the sky at morn and noon, and leaves at night for Stars and Moon. The Sun, Stars and Moon have their time; leaving and cleaving is not a crime. Friends may leave without real reasons, yet we should learn some real lessons: Our heart is a palace and not a prison, good and bad folks have their season.