Though shadows come
or tears fall like rain
we know the sun will still shine again,
our hearts will feel its warmth and light,
let the rays touch the places
of sorrow's marrow.
When loss and sadness
comes in storms,
love still is the flame that never dies
it glows after the sunset of our wishes,
shines in the darkness of our questions.
Because the heart is a garden
having flowers that thrive in hope's soil,
able to bloom as long as we keep trying
with the help of those who have care's tools.
Knowing we are never alone,
our weeds are those others have sense,
able to walk with you for a while
and share the many seasons of one's life.
So we hold out the bouquet of compassion's rose
that you might be refreshed by its perfume,
finding strength and healing
from the petals
shared from ones
who've also wander through winter,
and want to give you a poetic hug
to carry you from snow to spring.
Honorable mention
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