Out From The Shadows

I do not dread what comes ahead

 

for the hurt will bring the morning

 

we live amongst the shadows now

 

yet it will not remain storming

 

Snow will come as we rise to wipe us all away

 

but fall amidst the warming sun that shines upon the day

 

‒ Anonymous

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[Anne Cunningham]

When darkness falls
and children cry
When the earth is stained red and leafless trees are bleached with soot
Will the mockingjay -
lover of melody, mimic of beauty and strength -
sing then?