Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
A Light
They
say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel,
But
right now I am walking around in the dark.
Before
moving on, I leave an obvious mark.
I
can’t even see my own hands and feet,
The
contrast is none too stark.
I
am hoping of any type of illumination,
A
lighter, a match, a spark.
I
once heard a woman say, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—
Just
hope it’s not a train.
She
experienced the darkness of cancer and chemo,
But
during treatment, did not once complain.
Just
as the sun always comes out
After
the clearing of the rain,
It’s
always a wonder how such stories of beauty
Can
originate from a place of deep pain.
There
is a light at the end of the tunnel
I
see it happen every day.
This
does not mean that dark days will no longer exist,
Or
all your troubles will go away.
But
it is encouragement for you to hang on and stay in there
As
the winds of life cause you to sway.
So,
each time you hear this overused phrase,
Take
it to heart and know, it’s going to be okay.
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