Winds of Perspective

Walking in a vibrant meadow,

Under a boundless sky aglow, 

Looking down on blossoms that grow.

An unexpected wind begins to blow.

Falling, tumbling head over toe

To rock bottom, lowest of low. 

Lying as flat as the body will go.

A new view, this glimpse from below.

Rhythm is shaken from its usual flow. 

All of a sudden and a gradual slow,

Thoughts shift from the life I know.

That was before though.

Before this heavy blow 

That changed how I go

About my life focused so

Inwardly to now looking to and fro.

Eyes awakened to others’ ground zero.

To the rocky bottoms and dark shadow

In the lives around me. So,

This new lens may bestow 

On us recognition of a similar blow

In others that we ourselves did undergo.

These vantage points perhaps show

That we are not alone, never solo.

New vision for today, hope for tomorrow.

And from awareness gratitude can grow.

Like those flowers in that meadow, 

Understanding that we are so so so

Small next to that vast sky aglow.

And to the One who made it long ago.

Who cares for each bloom ever so

Much more than we’ll ever know.

Who endured the heaviest blow.

Who is in the heights and in the valley’s low.

Where all seems insurmountable. Although,

From Heaven's point of view, it’s all so

Slight compared to glories we’ll soon know.

Therefore, from our small places below,

We can upwardly throw 

Our hands with praise in tow.

For when the winds of perspective blow, 

They certainly produce an awe-filled “whoa”.

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