A Blessing Is Coming

The shadows stretched, they coiled, they tried to bind,

A season of the difficult design;

The troubles came not singly, but in waves,

Back-to-back burdens, haunting all my days.

I navigated paths where hope seemed faint,

A weary soul beneath a heavy taint,

Where struggle was the air I had to breathe,

And heavy trials gathered in a wreath.

But why the sudden certainty I find?

Why speak of rescue, leaving pain behind?

Because the night was long, the testing true,

And deep endurance was the task I knew.

For every instance that demanded strength,

I met the challenge, reaching any length

To keep the flicker of the future bright,

Refusing to surrender to the night.

I chose the posture of the optimist,

Though doubt was heavy on my praying wrist.

I sought the courage hidden in the ache,

Believed in grace for my own weary sake.

I did not cease the conversation high,

A quiet prayer whispered beneath the sky;

I kept the line of faith unbroken, strained,

While every ounce of inner peace was drained.

And this, I know, is how the pattern works:

The universe rewards the steady clerks

Who tend the flame when winter chills the bone;

You reap the harvest where the seed was sown.

The depth of darkness dictates how the dawn

Must burst in splendour when the clouds are drawn.

The trial has reached its calculated end.

I have a blessing I can comprehend.

It is the payment for the pain I faced,

The beautiful reward for time misplaced

In fighting battles I was forced to fight.

I stepped through fire, now I claim the light.

My certainty is built upon the past:

The storm was violent, so the calm must last.

A blessing is on the way because I prayed.