Even evil can dress in white even as it strikes to bite.
Even tears shine. Whether happy or sad light finds them.
Even in death bluebells blossom in spite.
Even in sickness the cream rises to the rim.
Even destructive fire reveals the ancient Pines’ seeds.
Even in the midst of failure a lesson lies just for you to see.
Even in hate is the opportunity to change a heart.
Even after lies we can make a fresh start.
Even in love our hearts apart can be broken
Even I learn & am a different man with each word I have written & spoken.
L.B.Stowe 