It’s dark, and the creeping cold
Of April snow flurries
Settle like ice around the heart;
We’re caught in a barren, Lenten place –
Lonely and shivering; wondering, waiting;
The road is strange and sometimes hard to see,
Have we made a wrong turn somewhere?
The howling wind makes it hard to hear,
But your soft whispers part the storm:
Just wait, little one. This is the way.
Come on, hold tight to my hand;
Remember, were it not for darkness,
There would be no need for light.
Hang on, hang on. Trust me.
I know it’s hard to believe right now,
But it will be bright in a little while.
~ Ilana Reimer