Why does a number on the scale bring tears
when going up,
but solicit smiles
when going down?
Why does a snowstorm bring anxiety
when travel plans are looming,
but excited wonder
when warm hearths await?
Why does sadness darken a light-loving soul
when summer solstice ends,
but joy sparkle in a sorrowful soul
when winter solstice wanes?
Why does a glass appear half empty to one
yet to another seem half full?
Why does a trouble cripple one
yet to another unhindered sours?
Perspective is the magic key
that turns the blind to sight,
Perspective is the mystic flame
that changes darkness into light.
Grant me that key,
give me that flame
that I may walk, seeing,
in heaven’s light.