adversity as a discordant tune to rouse your apathetic
spirit, not deflate it.
Rise with gusto to the cackling
If weighty burdens sometimes simply
overwhelm you, remember the gorgeous flowers that wilt
in the cold blasts of winter winds, only to rise again
in unrivaled splendor from the forgotten darkness, when
tenderly caressed by the warmth of the bright spring sun
that will surely come.
So too, if your life is clenched in an
icy, wintry grip, hold fast!
Your spring is coming upon the red-hued
break of day."
Light of My Soul
by Embrosewyn Tazkuvel