Have you ever heard that it is darkest just before dawn? In the middle of the tunnel, it may be hard to remember that there is still light. Light always exists, even behind the clouds.
Though we can’t see it, it is still there. And then, just when we are about to give up or resign ourselves to eternal doom, something happens. We sigh. We breathe. We take in one more hopeful breath to fill our lungs, our minds and our hearts. As in a magical wave, the clouds break up. They disperse.
The sky appears again. The gloom dissipates. We see the good speedily coming our way. We have fought the good fight. We have stayed the course and the trumpeters take their position to play a song of triumph and make an announcement of great things to come. They sound out a victory song.
The sky is now filled with beautiful pastels as if painted by an artist’s brushstrokes. Rainbows bounce off of prisms and are reflected on inanimate objects. Hope revives us as we graciously and gently move forward. We walk with a new pep in our steps. We feel like going on.
Some of us may be inspired to write down something that matches these precious moments such as The Irish Blessing. We hang it in a place where we can be reminded that the light is always there, if we simply hold on and wait. It reads:
‘May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sunshine warm upon your face.
The rain fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.’
March 27, 2016