After darkness, day must break. And after
unremitting sorrow, can come laughter,
a burst of sweet relief mixed in with tears,
the salt of joy, the last unfounded fears
of living swept away, a world reborn.
Where night had strung an ornament of thorns,
hope halos lustrous, pentecostal, from
a dusk made glorious summer by the sun.
And though I know that I still hold within
the human stain of these immortal sins,
I know that what is broken will be whole,
that time will be the healer of my soul,
that faith renewed will shape the life I make.
I know that after darkness, day must break.