Clandestinity

The rarest gift of all, comes after the fall;

When it is all said and done and death has won

The battles fought and the race has been run

What do we have in the end?

Joy and Angry, Passion and Pain

A kaleidoscope of emotions, but what was gained?

Some will say perspective,

Those that have the wisdom to see

That everything we have been through

Creates the best version of you and me.

And that is the rarity, of this thing called life

We are given all the answers, yet we still live in strife.

If we only take a moment, to quiet the mind

The universe will be revealed, all things come in time.

We are eternal beings living momentary lessons.

Each life so uniquely shaped to mold the much larger blessing.