The Things That Are

There is a joy that runs
Through even the darkest night,
That sails unseen on currents –
On it travels without wind
Advances, though out of sight

There is a hope that lifts
And upwards flies without wings,
It carries the soul up and out –
Of days that are endless and dreary
And lonely 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
In people all over the world

Though these things may move in silence
And go along unheard through the night,
Their flight out of range and unseen –
Not less are they real for darkness,
For darkness never can quench the light

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

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

Love sings out 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 fly


~Beth Francis 🌸




Watergirl View All →

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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