The darkness is over
Rain clouds have dissipated
The light at the end was not a train but clear blue skies
Sunlight! Thank God!
You showed Your hands truly with this one
Thankfully there was purpose in the pain
Sweet baby, there was purpose in the pain!
I hate you didn’t live to see it, but there is.
The phases of life vary like the seasons
And like the seasons, they repeat
But each time there is something different to learn
And in each session something new and magical to see
Selah
About the Creator
Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
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