When trouble falls soft,
Like summer rain,
There is almost a pleasure
In the strength . . .
The shelter of loving arms;
But when the storm becomes icy, cruel,
The protecter weeps, breaks,
When the wind has torn the fortress,
Jagged debris has mingled blood
In purity of childhood hopes,
Then there is hardening,
Weathering, craggy depths;
But Love,
Drives further into the
Gray mist,
Over the cracked earthen dreams,
Until . . .
What seemed impossible
Is now a fait accompli,
As after the storm,
Light breaks forth beautiful,
And we have carried
Those who once carried us.
I would like to ask you a favor. I have entered my first novel in the First Chapters Romance Contest and would appreciate your consideration. Only votes of ten are counted in the final tally. If you read it and like it, I would appreciate your 10 rating. Thank you for taking a peek.
This is the link for "Dancing With My Dream":
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977084290
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Which of your articles do you consider to be your very best? Inquiring minds want to know!
The recuperative power of love reinvigorates us.
"Light breaks forth beautiful,
And we have carried
Those who once carried us"
Margaret.O