Still

The sun will still
rise
and shine.
The flowers,
lilies, roses, tulips, orchids, daffodils,
will still bloom, 
opening wide their
trusting arms.
The birds will still
sing,
heralding in springtime,
serenading the dancing,
breathing world.


Life goes on.


It will go on,
and we will go on.
After the darkness,
so obsidian it is
tangible,
it fights back,
like water,
there will be a glimmer.
The darkness will be
thinned by a 
fragile ray of
hope.
We will draw in 
a breath


and the sun will still
rise.