I sit here in my study far away,
With tears upon my face from what I’m reading;
That beauty’s not in knowing what will come,
Nor any guarantee we’ll be succeeding —
But beauty comes in knowing, on our journey,
That we are loved, and loving in return;
That every painful day and night we’ve lived through
Is one more loving lesson that we’ve learned
Now, let the autumn come in all its splendor:
The drive ahead’s astounding in its sights —
The sun is rising here, on our life’s parkway,
To days of love
And shining
Hope-filled
Nights
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(… inspired by this post …)
