Brighter Day

                                               Cynthia Williams
There is a light at the end of the tunnel. When the going gets tough the tough stand strong in the Lord and the power of his might.

A long dark winter breaks through to purple heads of crocus breaking hard cold ground.

I'm still here I didn't drown in the sorrow that surrounds.
I see light piercing midst the clouds.

A still quiet voice from deep with-in; "Be still my child, I'm with you always."
"Walk on through the dark, the day has come, though weeping endured through the night, a new day has dawned."

Hope stirs; my heart leaps, joy burst like the rainbow colors of fireworks, lighting dark night sky.