By Cynthia Aralu

“The sky is beautiful here.”

Hi everyone! Pray the Rosary.

It feels like a new life a lot of times and it genuinely is. As much as I am aware of this, I cannot help but marvel at the newness I am experiencing and I feel grateful to God when I am spun by my new reality. Yet, I celebrate the times when all I had was partial skies. There were lessons in them. Here’s a poem I wrote in that moment.

Partial Skies

All I had was partial skies

Unbeknown to me

Stormy on one side

Clear and blue on the other

I saw stormy for far too long I was here

I believed that was all there ever was

Clear blues peaking out the corner of my eyes

Oh God, so beautiful 

How did I never see this before?

I lay back down to take it all in,

The softness of the grass beneath me

Ready, plush cushion to sink into 

I never want to lose sight of this brightness

How easy it would be to forget 

When the gloomy dark pervades

If I could ignore the darkness…

Surely, I have known it long enough 

If I could only bask in all things bright

For its beauty feeds my soul 

Beats the beast out of living

I’m aware they coexist 

Light and dark

I only wish to balance out my view

Now that my eyes have seen the light. 

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