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.

copyright 2018

About bjdonaldson

I'm an average woman who enjoys reflecting on life, writing poetry and ponderings, and having a good laugh. DIY, baking, and cycling are fun, too. If you visited me, I'd invite you in for a cup of coffee and a little chat. I am a Literacy Coach, Reading Specialist, and former classroom and Reading Recovery teacher at an elementary school. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

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