In the randomness we writhe
And yet chaos breeds a time
That we cannot merely run from
But can actually build our home on.
When we run from disorder
We forget the chance to be the sorter,
To be the one who surfs with the waves
Instead of the drown one, we can save.
It’s only on top of change
That we begin to see the flame
That dances within our heads,
As a gift to survive and not dread.
Change lights a fire that can lead many
To see the world in all it’s beauty
If we open ourselves to the chaos
and rise with the randomness.
Author: Joel M. Harrison
