When


There are times when the world seems so very cruel
When you feel the sorrow can be no stronger
When the best you feel is a fool
The empty ache, the voice not there
The hollow sound of a missing presence
All echo your pain

A time will come when the world can be no greater
When the universe is in the palm of your hand
When you are the glory of all things
When joy replaces the ache
When the voice is heard again
When what was lost is found
And in your soul a glorious song resounds

Wendi Hirschy-Boutwell 1997

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