Toward

There is joy in these small moments

That I too often fail to notice; that I still let pass me by.

There is hope in the moon as it illuminates

An otherwise thick and foggy sky.

There is peace within the tempest

That rocks this ship from side to side.

There is happiness in the hurry

That propels me forward and through goodbye.

There is trust to still be found in a higher power

That helps me move past unanswered questions

And toward a new life.

–Written by Sandy Heights