Come What May
I today take this time not to ask of you.
Not to plead, cry or beg of you.
But I today take this time to thank you.
Learning to cherish what is and what is done,
my cloudy days seem to have gone.
Beneath my black anguish lies a heavenly sun;
that blazing warmth, that ever-lasting fire,
never left, was only waiting to be admired.
I today thank you for that continuing spark
along with that persisting dark.
Through both I seem to have found,
Love can be anywhere if only one looks around.
This poem is about:
Our world