Where Storms Give Way to Dawn
Where Storms Give Way to Dawn by Ruben White Loss arrives like winter's deepest hour, When frost covers every tender flower, Yet beneath the frozen ground below, Seeds of hope continue still to grow. Their presence lingers like morning dew, In whispered breezes calling out to you, Though shadows stretch across your weary heart, Love's eternal flame will not depart. Life's river flows through valleys dark and deep, Where wounded souls must pause to rest and weep, But currents carry more than just our tears— They bear the memories of precious years. The storm clouds gather heavy overhead, As you walk this lonely path you dread, Yet thunder speaks of cleansing rain to come, When healing waters wash what grief has done. Listen close—the ocean calls your name, Her waves remind us nothing stays the same, Each tide that pulls the shoreline from our sight Returns to kiss the sand with morning light. Your shattered spirit, like a broken wing, Will learn in time to soar and f...
