In the Spring, allergies attack.
In the Summer, legs and feet swell beyond belief.
In the Fall, allergies return.
In the Winter, it hurts too much to walk.
In the sun, I easily burn.
In the wind, I cannot stand.
In the rain, I slip in the mud.
In the snow, I am a prisoner inside.
In crowds, I am easily pushed over.
In small groups, I am immediately bored.
In front of another, I am scrutinized too closely.
In my home alone, I am lonely.
In every circumstance, there is always a reason.
In every season, there is always an obstacle.
In plenty and in want, it too remains the same.
We choose to see what we want.
Always a reason to complain will stalk.
Always a reason to fear will lurk.
Always a reason to doubt will prick.
Always a reason to fight will haunt.
Always a reason to hear, “Peace be still”.
Always a reason to pursue Truth.
Always a reason to denounce the lies.
Always a reason to simply be and be all there.