Thursday, May 6, 2010

Journal for Christa—

Here we stand,
You and I,
In the unknown—
Will tomorrow bring
the sun—
Or torrents of cold rain?
Will the flowers
Bloom for us—
Or die in silent pain?
Will the breezes
gently blow—
Or howl amidst the fray?
Will the rivers sing
our song—
Or sweep our dreams away?
In the unknown
We stand here,
You and I.

There are no guarantees in life. Sometimes we make it what it is; sometimes we don’t. Some days are good; some aren’t. Nevertheless, it’s nice to know we aren’t alone.

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