Life is an arena full of juxtapositions:
For every day, there is a night
The day’s sun is moon reflected
Let’s not forget nature’s seasons:
There is winter and summer
And fall and spring
In the nature of life
There are cradles and graves
For us and all living things
Yet we are so blessed
That where love abides
Hate can not reside
Thus let us ever be
Cisterns of God’s love
Poured into basins of hate
There is heaven and there is hell
At the end of our physical beginning
Our soul’s eternity will be determined