Take Us Through this Never-Ending Night

Look, dear soul.

The sun is peaking through the clouds, ever so slightly

Streaming down like gold from angry storm clouds

Onto our sun-deprived faces.

Perhaps this glimpse of welcomed relief is only temporary

Fleeting as so many vital resources are in these troubling times,

But what should we care if the sun shines for long?

Let us savor it while it lasts, warm our chilled noses

Breathing in the light like gulps of air.

We cannot predict how long the storms will continue to rage

Yet there is no use in rejecting the sun when it shines

No harm in kindling hope in the midst of almost-hopelessness

If it takes us through this never-ending night.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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