The Road Less Traveled

In the deepest darkest depths of night
When all your thoughts shriek danger, fright
When evil looms within your sight
Dawn will come

When wicked winter winds into your marrow bite
When storm-dark clouds bring sleet and snow and ice
And every day you live feels black as night
Spring will come

When every urge says, you,  give up the fight
And slender hangs the gossamer thread of life
When nowhere can you see a glimmer of the light
Hope will come

When all feels wrong and desolation is your plight
When death waits impatiently the fading of the light
And you embrace the specter simply out of spite
Life will come

When fire, flood, famine and disaster strike
Hurricanes, tornadoes, monsoons, tsunamis blight
When you rail against the heavens with all your might
Help will come

When day wanes and slips gently into night
And all the wrong you saw ends up being right
When there’s always possibility within your plight
Life and death and life follow as the day the night

The universe spins in all its glory
Continuing ever on its merry way