It’s not always dark.
From dull, earthen breast,
Rise sweet songs of the skylark.
It’s never always pale and withering.
In cold, dead winter’s bosom,
Beats the heart of spring.
It’s not always so stark.
Wildflower blooms do blushingly brighten
The fallen and forgotten old tree bark.
So much to achieve even at life’s rim.
Feverishly hungry flames still burn,
In lantern’s long past brim.
Life’s too short to lose that spark.
Just a spot of sun after the rain
Brings forth the rainbow’s arc.
You can always make a new start.
Chaste, humble morns after a dark stormy night
Are all part of nature’s spectacular art.
I wanted this poem to be about hope and the silver lining that we are constantly looking for while under a dark cloud. When things don’t go our way, or circumstances lead us to a dark place, we sometimes tend to fret about our luck. Everything seems bleak and we just can’t see the light. We feel helpless and overwhelmed by our state of affairs.
The worst storms sometimes however carry the greatest blessings. Just because we don’t see the light, doesn’t mean it’s not there. If things aren’t going the way we planned them, doesn’t mean they are not working in our favour. The fact that we can’t see the bigger picture provides me with the greatest relief because I know my limited vision cannot perceive how bright the future really is. Our creator witholds something at times perhaps to offer it to us at a more opportune time in the future, or He gives us something better instead.
The fact that we are blessed with the ability to trudge on in the face of adversities is evidence enough that we are heading towards refuge and comfort. We were born to survive and stand the test of time. If we take the time to look around and immerse ourselves in the natural world, we might get better attuned to the way life works. There is healing and comfort close at hand and light will eventually dawn over darkness. Nothing stays the same and as do the seasons, our time shall change too. Spells of joy, sorrow, comfort, abundance, scarcity and contentment will chase each other throughout our transient life on this planet, but faith and hope will keep us going stronger than anything else.
What gives you hope? Do you have a hope inspiring anecdote to share?