New Year’s Eve Valentine

For us now all problems
are moral problems
when what’s natural matures
its most beautiful creatures
it becomes a moral picture
doubt becomes a red rose
shame becomes a blue sky
fear becomes a flown bird
while the world works
from the inside out
the gods work from the outside in
and guess who gets grandfathered in
the one who feels most left behind
but having let blind intelligence
fall to the earth
now only the heart can carve
a path of return