Balance
In our world spinning round and round
This cosmic top in space
God's plan majestically profound
Brought forth the human race
Where hot and cold and dark and light
Are balanced to our needs
In measures that He deemed were right
That's how the Bible reads
Yet He made man dissatisfied
Unhappy with his lot
So time and time again we've tried
To better what we've got
Tom Edison turned night to day
But took away our stars
We seldom see our worlds display
While speeding in our cars
Well that's the price we have to pay
If heard it often said
We can't let details block our way
If we're to get ahead
Yet sitting here this quiet morn
I hear the birds outside
Between alternatives I'm torn
It's so hard to decide
To sit here in my office chair
And on my laptop write
Or take a walk, breathe morning's air
Which would my soul delight?
I sigh and tap the keyboard keys
And ponder symmetry
Safe from the chill of morning's breeze
I hide inside of me