Hope is growing under what looks to be dead
and new life is never as it seems
for our heart’s eyes are always blurred
With rain or frozen in pain.
Take my hand dear traveler
I have been down a road or two
I can guarantee
this path has seen others
walking alongside you.
Close your eyes and listen carefully
See what you may hear
Slosh
Feet moving upon the rainy, muddy path…
Crunch
Travelers stepping upon the fallen snow patch
There are more than you deem near.
Though one can feel so isolated
You aren’t ever alone.
Use all your senses
Embrace the smells and reach out
there’s someone near to hold.
When you reach out to help another
Your heart begins to heal.
These are words from one who’s gone
To the dark depths abyss of broken yield.
There are slivers of shining silver
sprinkled a midst.
They’re the sparkling stars
The twinkling lights
The smiles of children and friends.
The richest of Hope in manger lay
That is One who has taken the lashings
and deep anguish of your pain.
Let Him touch and take your hand
Showing you the heart of man
you’ll see there are many there
Ones burdened, weary, soul bare…
Surviving the hard hit winters
was never done truly alone.
This heart did more than survive
It thrived as life grew under the cold blanket of snow.
My hope long standing
Even in the depth of pain
for it is not now nor ever humanity that helps it sustain.
My eyes forever fixed
through the blur of tear drops rain
as each drop was accounted for
collected by He who always remains.
So if in this time you feel the winter
Bristle cold and darkened day
Close your eyes and listen
The wind’s song is reminding you He still remains.
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