I thought my life and love were lost,
each new day uncertain.
However, now I see
they always were and are.
And that's a comfort
not a terror -if you see
that possibility has much to do
with what you make of it.
That the hand of God
was always there,
waiting for me
to take it.
And the pain of what
was lost, a lover
and adventurous
companion
was eased by reaching
out to touch a gentle hand
and finding faith and love
were still possible
inside whatever uncertainties
arose with dawn's awakening.
The sun still shines on us,
the roses still bloom,
as they must.
and this day, I will trust.
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