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

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