There are so many things, big and small

That need to be changed

 

I could change the way people steal and cheat and lie

I could change the way families starve

I could change the way pencils break right after you sharpen them

Or the way people walk past the homeless in the street

 

But, there are also so many things

That God, Himself, chooses not to change

Because they are so beautiful that their simple existence is vital

Like the way the sun spills across the floor on an early Sunday morning

Or the way people throw their heads back when they laugh

Or the way the grass sways in a gentle summer breeze

Or the way cream looks when you pour it into a fresh cup of coffee

 

So delicate how the cream twirls and is engulfed in the dark roast

And the whole liquid takes on a new, brighter, look

 

If I could change anything, I would change nothing

There can only be good if there is bad

 

It can only be light if it was once dark