It is inevitable as we struggle along,
The path of pain is long and coursing.
We are often tossed to and fro
The massive waves of depression
Ever threatening to overtake and drown.
Understand that this is normal,
It does not make us bad,
Nor does it have to overcome us.
Our Heavenly Father is a beacon
The light to which we focus.
Just as darkness can threaten
The glimmer even as a soft flame
Ignites our inner strength and hope.
Others are sent to intersect
To offer friendship and consolation
Yet another sign to show we are not alone.
To take in every sight and sound,
To breath in the scent of rain on the wind,
To embrace every opportunity given,
To offer assistance to others
Never paying heed to our feebleness.
The waves will come, again and again,
Without warning…completely unexpected.
Turn your eyes to the light,
Do not worry about how weak,
The brightness grows as you focus
While being cast about.
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