A patch of blue in a cloud-filled sky is often hard to see.
A shooting star in sorrow’s night can take an eternity.
We often walk a tunnel never near that warm and welcome light.
We often heed yet seldom hear those words that make “all right.”
Our silent pleas for happiness fall ever on deaf ears.
Our search for joy, peace, and love will rob us of our years.
But, if we share our sadness, our hope and feelings too…
Amid the frequent rain of tears, we’ll find our patch of blue.
Abbey, November 16, 1998