If Only We Could See


When grief and loneliness form dark clouds, they're really shielding us -

Giving us time to cry our pain and remember those precious to us.

There'll come a dawn when we'll awake, but only when we're ready,

And then those protective, sheltering clouds will move at a pace that's steady.

We'll know the darkness brought healing and rest - wisdom from down through the centuries.

We'll see blue skies again, some day, and with them precious memories.

Joan Adams Burchell

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