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THIS TIME WILL PASS- poem

Silence embraces the still of the night
The gentle breeze races from east to west
The stars twinkle as the night lay still
A peep through the window
The sight of moving clouds are caught
They move like packages assigned to a port of delivery


In the dead of the night
All and sundry lay to rest
I toss myself from left to right
Praying the night to roll by fast
The grief of my soul possesses my thought
The walls of my throat strain from groans
I gnash my teeth
Crying, yet quiet
So as to keep the dead of the night


I am tempted to wish for death
Because i think no one understands
I try to hear the words of the SPIRIT
But i hear woos and woes
A peep through the window
The sight of moving clouds are caught
As i stay my look on them for help
I hear the voice so still from within

"This time will pass
This time will pass
Day and night are constant so long as the earth endures
You can be sure to smile
When the clouds give way for the sun
Hold on my child", it says

A sense of peace fills my heart
When i remember that after A comes B
After seed time comes harvest
After rain comes sunshine
Then i lay myself to sleep
Knowing that the spirit rules the night

I hear a voice calling from a distance
Wake up! it's the dawn of a new day
I open my eyes only to see
That the silence of the night
The dead darkness of the night
Has been replaced by the birth of a new start
Hence, when i go through the night
I remind myself of one TRUTH
This time will pass

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