the blessings to come

sometimes we
need the sour to appreciate
the sweet,
we need the pain to feel
the blessings
of health.
we need the struggle of
poverty
to understand and be
grateful for even the smallest
amount of wealth.
suffering,
in small or great doses,
leads
to wisdom and the growth
of self.
the loss of love,
in time
brings joy and hope when
the next one appears,
better than ever, more
true, more real.
take the seed buried
in the soil.
with rain and sun,
with care, and God's hand,
it will prevail.