A Better to Come

It may look like a tomb, but is it a womb, seeming as though it leads to death, but really to life? Does the darkness produce light when it has spent its vapory night? After all, “Light shines in the darkness” – It is a promise. Destruction may loom,
or good may be about to bloom. When fire strips flesh from our bones, what remains? Is it weakness or is it strength? Are we left with a hungry void of a life we once enjoyed, or are we filled with what redemption rebuilds? We don’t know what will grow and flow, or what will die and why. But we live, we give, we love, we strive – We survive in a world too big for our minds and too small for our hearts, remembering all the confounding will melt into the astounding of a better to come.