And so we rise.
And so we gather all hope and find our way to peace again.
We think we have broken, we think we have lost our way.
Such beauty lies beyond that which we call failure.
Such strength waits for us patiently beneath the rubble.
Do not be fooled by the darkness.
It is only there so that we may know the light.
No rose
(not a single one)
ever bloomed in an instant.
Listen to the silence
of the journey.
Let the rose bloom
as she will.
I’d like to find the sunshine
beneath my pillow, when I wake.
And I will cup it in my hands,
and I will hold it close and whisper:
‘Shine, sweet little light.
Shine ever brightly,
might the pathway ahead
light and walk with me.
The great news is this.
If I am here,
there is nowhere else
I’m meant to be.
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