In the face of what is to come
Signs written in the clouds
Of happiness and harmony
The imprint of a God who cares
In the rain of our existence
A rainbow grows on the horizon
Arching our thoughts to heights of hope
And placing in our pockets the jest of gold
From the sunshine that presses
Against the faces of young and old alike
Comes the knowledge that we remain here
Even after the storm
Let spirits comfort
Let the Angels sing
Let the God who cares
Rest his hand gently upon the hearts of we who remain
L.G.H. January 25, 2005
Linda G. Hill 
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YES. 🙂
Thank you for the re-blog. 🙂
You’re welcome, Linda. 🙂 It really spoke to me.
Thank you, Stephe. 🙂 I’m glad.
Loved this, Linda! Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Helen. 🙂
very nice.
Thank you. 🙂
Nicely penned 🙂
Beautiful 🙂 Liked the way you write. It’s lovely.
Thank you so much! 🙂