Common Thread
6/5/13
I look up to the sky,
waiting for words,
waiting for whispers of hope.
My heart is worn,
raging and weeping,
aged with worry and fear.
Yet I look around,
and pain I see;
we're all in a struggle of sorts.
Life's load is dense,
and tears are the common thread
weaving together our heavy hearts.
But onward we march,
and upward we look;
hand in hand we'll fight the fight.
Our stories aren't over,
there's much more to tell;
great joy awaits the victor.
