I close my eyes and see a bright light,
Passing through a tunnel
Leading to a different world.
I see a painter, painting a canvas.
It is filled with colors,
Dark and bright colors make the picture complete.
I wonder what the dark spots mean!
My curious face brings smile to the painter.
Without me questioning he gives the answer,
"Those are the troubles in the happy life"
"But why are those before and after the happy times?"
The angel smiles,
"As the hard times make the good ones special!"
Author notes
God takes care of every single being in his own special way. And I feel blessed to be one of His special kid!
A contest entry
- Imagery by angryelf6886.
350 points, ended April 5, 2008, 30 entries
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