| "When pain and darkness come your way, as come they must, And all your bright and shining dreams fall prey to rust. When all you've loved and built becomes as dust to dust, You're lost, afraid and cannot find a path to trust. Then stop, Just stop where'er your storm-tossed thoughts may be, On icy floe, on desert sands, amongst a raging sea. Unchain the beast which claws your heart and set it free So making space for healing peace to dwell in thee. Look out beyod the sulphured fog which chokes the day, And somewhere you will see a faint but golden ray, Which, given time, will radiate to light the way, For night will always yield before the dawning day. ©Tricia Sturgeon.Norfolk. | 
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