Try as we may to live in truth
Sometimes the light is blinding.
But in that brightness we’re finding,
The pain we can quickly remove,
Ruffled feathers can be smoothed.
Mastering arts of timing,
Can be learned just like rhyming,
Biding the time to make moves.
Know that there is something more
To be gained showing feeling,
Else to be trapped concealing.
Save slings and arrows for war
Growth can be more revealed when
We come together for healing.