With Fresh Eyes
by Michael Doyle

All of us have hurts with which we deal.
We have to think and truly feel.
Life comes with its share of drama.
Each of us needs to recover from the trauma.

We can't just stuff it down under,
Or it comes back with the worst thunder.
The pain isn't something to try to hide.
Sooner or later, it spills out from inside.

Life's tragedies will always be there.
It's not something to run from in fear.
Suffering is an innate part of our life.
While we seek peace, we stumble into strife.

Like a broken merry-go-round in a winter's wood,
We must make from it our best lives lived good.
In the end, it's better to have lived a bit lost,
Than to have never lived, despite its cost.

Still, it is these moments that shape our best.
Though we wouldn't want to ever have lived the test.
Filled with love and filled with God's loving grace,
Our lives are better off when we choose to fully embrace.

All that has come and all that we feel has been done.
When we do this, the battle we fight is mostly won.
When life pulls us downward with tears in our eyes,
It is best to look upward toward the infinite blue skies.

We are blessed by all that we get the chance to live,
As we are forgiven, it is best then to actually forgive.
It doesn't mean to allow the bad to happen ever again,
But the counting of our blessings must never, ever end.

As the end starts to come, I know that I will die.
But I also see the abundance that God did supply.
The tears fall, and there is yet time enough to cry.
But there is also more love to live before I will die.

Count your blessings with open eyes for the coming more,
You will readily see them if you don't choose to ignore.
As sure as there are falling stars in the nighttime skies,
To know this, you need only live in wonder with fresh eyes.

(c) November 10, 2026   Michael Doyle
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