Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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Adversity...1988
There is no problem that cannot be solved;
No mountain that cannot be conquered;
No mistake that cannot be learned from.
Each day, I shall take new steps, as a child still learning to walk.
At times, I may stumble.
I may even fall.
Always, I will try to pick myself up.
Always, I will take new steps.
Someday, perhaps I'll even learn to fly.
Adversity, I have discovered, is no more than a tool.
Some people see this tool as a weapon of torture.
They let it destroy their minds and ultimately, their lives.
I see adversity as a tool by which we can learn
If only we could appreciate our hard times.
Perhaps then we could see the beauty in ourselves and our children.
If we always look upon life as a burden,
Then so shall it be.
Ultimately, we will have to go into our field to harvest what we have sown.
If we, through our adversities, have let clouds of despair cast a shadow upon our fields, then we shall only reap regret, sadness and bitter hearts.
We must then, learn to not repeat our mistakes;
Not to face our trials with anger;
But instead, to find some lesson in every step that we take.
Alas, we must always remember that nothing can grow without sunshine...
L.A.McNabb
20 July, 1988
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
No mountain that cannot be conquered;
No mistake that cannot be learned from.
Each day, I shall take new steps, as a child still learning to walk.
At times, I may stumble.
I may even fall.
Always, I will try to pick myself up.
Always, I will take new steps.
Someday, perhaps I'll even learn to fly.
Adversity, I have discovered, is no more than a tool.
Some people see this tool as a weapon of torture.
They let it destroy their minds and ultimately, their lives.
I see adversity as a tool by which we can learn
If only we could appreciate our hard times.
Perhaps then we could see the beauty in ourselves and our children.
If we always look upon life as a burden,
Then so shall it be.
Ultimately, we will have to go into our field to harvest what we have sown.
If we, through our adversities, have let clouds of despair cast a shadow upon our fields, then we shall only reap regret, sadness and bitter hearts.
We must then, learn to not repeat our mistakes;
Not to face our trials with anger;
But instead, to find some lesson in every step that we take.
Alas, we must always remember that nothing can grow without sunshine...
L.A.McNabb
20 July, 1988
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Adversity...1988
Adversity...1988