The coming light

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Sweet Ice Cream Photography

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


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