The Bridge Beyond the Rain

The rain fell hard on a weary day,

Its silver hands tried to wash me away.

Yet deep inside, I could hear you say,

“The sun will come, just don’t lose your way.”

The wind it roared with a restless cry,

It painted fear in the slate-grey sky.

But hope took flight and refused to die,

For love still burned in my steady eye.

Each step I took made the shadows fade,

The path ahead in gold was laid.

No storm could break what the heart had made,

A bond of trust that will never degrade.

At last I stood where the rivers meet,

The bridge beyond was calm and sweet.

Its wood sang low under steadfast feet,

A song of faith, both strong and neat.

And now I know when the dark feels near,

The bridge beyond will still appear.

It carries the soul past doubt and fear,

To where the heart can see so clear.

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