Do you ever have times when your faith wavers and the monsters creep in from the shadows? Me too. This is for you.
Hope is in the sunlight
That filters through the soul,
And carries the scent of roses
That never fades at all.
And brightest – amongst the cloud – it seems –
And fierce could be the storm –
That could drown with a thousand tears
The sun that keeps us warm.
(With a little bit of inspiration from Emily Dickinson)