The Best We Can Do
A rose bush wilting in the July heat
does not blame the earth, lets its roots
search deep for the waters of life.
After its surge of golden glory
the bare oak does not accuse
the winter's frigid air, invites
the wind to sing hymns
through it's naked boughs.
The best we can do is to allow,
learn to love the changing
landscape of our lives.
Episodes of dark and doubt
are unexpected guests, asking only
to be welcomed for a while,
these gods in disguise
who guide us home.
Arlene Gay Levine
First published in Get Well Wishes
(HarperSanFrancisco) now in Movie Life
(Finishing Line Press)