By Angela Larson
Date: 22 January 2000

The Price of Love

Hovering above
like clouds of fear --
Raining doubt and discouragement
surrounded by dark mists
of trial and sorrow;

Winds of impatience
moving trees on their steady roots
while leaves of hope lose their grip
from stiff branches.
Above the sky
knowing through Time
that somehow
the night will soon end.

Across the horizon
a shimmer of light appears
and the hint of day
reflects renewed hope and faith
to the world.
As it rises in the sky
the earth is filled with warmth
and the mists are replaced
with rays of triumph.
The rain stops and the clouds fade
and reveal the true color
of the sky.

Faith through Time
has perfected the day --
and You are the Sun.