break in the clouds

The smallest clearing in thick cloud
Reveals she’s shining, loud and proud.
Despite the matter gathering
In front of her glow, she will sing.
Melodies that warm the skin
A gorgeous glow we will bask in.


Yet, alas, when the sky is cold,
When layers ‘pon layers of grey unfold
There’s a warmth in my bones that remains, nonetheless,
And despite the shadows gathering, I know that we are blessed.

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