Janus (Sonnet #516)
Penetrating perspective on your past
An essential attainment to pursue
Openings that your Future offers you
Hide not from pain, reclaim, to own at last.
To rue, regret and remonstrate resigns
To fruitless rehashing, copious tears.
It happened, Yes, and yet, I am still here
Meant for defeat, I beat what they designed.
That’s worth a celebration, is it not?
Today’s joys rising belong to this sun
Not to the clouded one who’s had his run
God, the author, endless, does write your plot.
Look forward in his light, what will be true?
That He envisions joy accomp’ny you.
© 2017 david w palmer