'Tis a world filled with chaos and trouble,
rivers of tears,
fountains of hate and misunderstanding.
We struggle to survive,
to smile,
to remember that this multitude of woes
only seems like a barrier of bronze remaining unopened.
The unmovable is but a momentary diversion
whose sole purpose is but to distract,
to disappoint,
to frustrate.
'Tis but the tempter's invitation to quit,
merely a dark cloud behind which a great light shines.
The light shines always
regardless of the cloud or the night.
Our task is to see the light,
to believe in its beneficence always,
to feel its warm smile in spite of the cold or dark,
to hear its gentle song in the night and know its purpose for our lives,
to touch its tears and its strength,
to stand steadfast,
solid like an oak that bends in the roughest wind
but does not break.
rivers of tears,
fountains of hate and misunderstanding.
We struggle to survive,
to smile,
to remember that this multitude of woes
only seems like a barrier of bronze remaining unopened.
The unmovable is but a momentary diversion
whose sole purpose is but to distract,
to disappoint,
to frustrate.
'Tis but the tempter's invitation to quit,
merely a dark cloud behind which a great light shines.
The light shines always
regardless of the cloud or the night.
Our task is to see the light,
to believe in its beneficence always,
to feel its warm smile in spite of the cold or dark,
to hear its gentle song in the night and know its purpose for our lives,
to touch its tears and its strength,
to stand steadfast,
solid like an oak that bends in the roughest wind
but does not break.
-Debbie Handy
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