These are the days
When the dust has settled
And the dirt lays still
When the wind rests
And the flying debris
Sits, scattered in place
When the sleet dissipates
And the ground is full
Of the year’s past tears.
After the whirlwind
And the center of the storm
Pass us through,
What do we hold onto
And what do we choose to do?
Do we rebuild the wreckage?
Do we move
And start again elsewhere?
There may be no wrong answer.
But in these days, we realize
How we still live by a prayer.
These fighting moments
Come and go so fast
And the storm shows us
What we want to last.
So let us
Let go of our doubts
But hold onto those prayers
As we choose
What hope to share.
–Written by Sandy Heights
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