When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered as I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass
When my pain is more intense than I can bear
And no medicine seems potent to cure
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When anxiety invades my inner abode
And there is no trace of comfort inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass
When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass
As I lay pinned to the bed in pain
I got a newer insight of all those in deeper strain
My debilitating state gave me a lot of time to pray
And I earned the grace to overcome all my dismay
When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!
Serenity and sweetness will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite
‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words now resonate in my ears
Dear friends, I am back to hello poetry after a gap of almost two months. Have been sick with shingles (******) characterized by intense pain…. now slowly getting better. I thought I need to tell myself that this phase too shall pass! This is an illness that has no serious consequences, but the pain is acute, though not for everyone….!