The Light Ahead Poem by Gisela Ute Duvel

I wish I'd said, that when shadows loomed,
All the hope would rise, even though dark resumed.
That even in the deepest darkest night,
A single spark would pierce the fright.

I would have whispered, soft, slow and clear,
'Hold on, the dawn is drawing near.'
Storms would rage and hearts would break,
Then hope whispered back, 'Do not forsake.'

For even in the coldest, loneliest hour,
A breath of light has hidden power.
It waits beneath the aching soil,
A promise wrapped in the endless toil.

The future calls with wide open arms,
And although we stumble, facing alarms,
Hope's steady hand will guide the way,
For brighter skies are here to stay.