When we seek, when we wait, when we hope, when we scramble or crawl or strain – there is an after, there is a tomorrow, there is a serendipitous ‘something’ that will make it all seem worthwhile and evaporate our pains and grief to heal those cuts and bruises which got us here.
Because there is hope, however slender; there is chance however minimal; there is route through the impassable, a trail through the improbable, slivers of light divining the impossible, and …
After the rain, sun shines.
After the darkness of night, sun comes out.
After the horribleness of horrible, sun comes out.
After the difficulty of difficulties, sun comes out.
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