Beyond the thunderclouds and raging storms
Of this finite life there still forms
A symbol of Hope that we call a rainbow
That unseen bridge we cross from each sorrow.
For life is like a wheel that turns around
After a tragedy, somehow Comfort is found.
From every loss there rises up from the ash of Pain
A new Dawn gives light and rays of fresh Love again.
And the most silent cry is heard from heaven above,
Each prayer has an answer, it's still a good life we have.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.11.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem