We complain, blame God for

Pain.

Forget to give thanks for

Pleasure.

We suffer floods, curse His name,

Forget to praise the sprouting

Grain.

Our world seethes in Yin,

While gushing gracious Yang,

Equal parts solace,

Equal parts stain.

His work, our dalliance:

The Cross Road,

Where eternal fortunes

Hang.

— Gene Scott (20 August 21)