Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A New Melody


Looking through the mist of time,
Of blizzard, flood and fire.  
A song has come from each event;
A sweet melody to inspire.

At times we thought could take no more,
Twas then a ray permeated the cloud.
It pieced the darkest day
And illuminated the blackest hour.

Storms will come and storms will go.
And each will leave its scar.
But flowers bloom in fire blackened earth,
And above the gloomy clouds there is a brilliant star.

Heidi Prewitt
July 2, 1998