The Things That Are

There is a joy that runs
Even through darkest night,
That sails all unseen on currents –
And travels on without wind
Advances, though still out of sight

There is a hope that lifts
And upwards it flies without wings,
It carries the soul up and out –
Of days that are endless and dreary
And lonely dark nights without dreams

There is a love that sings
Her beautiful song, though unheard,
With notes that are strong and unbroken –
To hearts that feel lost in the silence
Who long for the sound of one word

Though these things may move in the silence
And go all unheard through the night,
Their flight out of range and unseen –
Not less are they real for darkness,
For shadow cannot quench the light

Joy smiles, for what only she sees
Song still remains, though not heard,
Audience’d or not, the sun still shines –
And hearts lit by hope can go on,
Though they pass out of range of her word

So when heart sinks, my love
When you feel you are lost and alone,
Remember the things that are –
Whether you feel, or see them, or not,
They work still, and are bringing you home

Love sings her song through the night
With notes that were made just for you,
The star of hope shines on steady –
For joy, and the morning is coming,
And something so good that it’s true

Wait now my love for the morning
Keep stars in your eyes though they cry,
Have strength to endure through the darkness –
Wait for what comes in the morning,
In daylight all shadows will fly

 

~Beth Francis 🌸

 

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Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?

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