I have not beheld the good of life in ease

I have not beheld the beauty of living 

in ease

I have seen it 

in the contrast

with only health, only peace 

I’d be numb; blind

instead, they gain meaning

rushing waters of relief

restoration of peace

only after the storm 

this place so full of darkness 

pushes, forces

light to shine 

ever brighter

in that which is brighter

I see the hand 

some call God