We come out of the cold and dark and damp of a December day,
Into this house of light and warmth to brighten our lives.
The grayness has gotten to us,
The unending parade of clouds across our sky,
The relentless darkness that dominates day as well as night.
We utter our complaints, as if some great weather maker
Would hear and heed; the drabness continues and we hunker down.
In the midst of one dark day there was a burst of light -
Brief, fleeting, almost ephemeral - it creased the sky
With brightness and a triple rainbow for an instant.
People poured into the streets to behold such beauty.
Others were too engrossed in the tasks of living to notice.
Sometimes our lives are like that -
A monotonous gray seems to be the way things are -
Until a ray of hope penetrates the darkness and reminds us that Blue sky and sunshine are just above the clouds.
In hard times, in tough problems, in a difficult life
It is good to remember sun and stars are constant,
While clouds come and go.
In this dark time of year may we be reminded
That in darkest times are brightest rites of the spirit;
That the darkness affords us time to reflect,
To remember the good times and the bad
Which weave the tapestry of every life and always will.
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