Listen closely, lean in, let me whisper it to you clearly and softly so you won’t forget;
The sun rises again.
I assure you, listen. The sun will rise again.
And at its next, may it greet you tender with a kiss of kindness and devotion, invading your hiding places, awakening the dreams you slept upon.
Let its warmth insulate your soul, surrounding all its complexities, leaving you simple, welcoming of new.
And know also, even flowers grow among rocks. There is healing after dark.