a song of comfort

as you stand amidst the raging storm,
cold and wet and weary from your travels,
as you fall, shivering, weeping,
upon the slippery rocks that line your path,
afraid to rise lest you feel the wind's wrath once more.

as you lie there bruised and torn longing
for those days of never-ending sunshine,
do not forget these words of truth.

for in the midst of life's most furious storms,
in the midst of cold and wind and rain,
there is a Peace that will never leave.
though clouds may come and flood your
path with raging torrent,
though no end seems in sight,
those darkest clouds can never fully block
the light of the sun.

written by ray mcallister
spring 1995


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