Parallels Poem by Jesse Fast

Like a quiet peaceful birdsong,
In the calmness of the morn,
Or the somber hush of wind,
Upon the sparkling grasses...
So is the orchestra of life.

Like a solemn winter snowfall,
In the chill of evening light,
Or the last long rays of sun,
Upon the darkening forest...
So is the drama of the seasons.

Like a far-off roll of thunder,
In the humid summer night,
Or the mighty crash of waves,
Upon the rocky shoreline...
So is the awesome power of God.

Like a soldier in the battle,
In the conflict for the right,
Or the artist painting color,
Upon the empty canvas...
So is the poignant call of duty.