Thread of Hope

As all I’d ever termed wondrous bliss unexpectedly died - As my fantasy of a reality with destruction did collide - My hopes shattered around me like glass in countless pieces, Fragments suspended in mocking beauty as time freezes… The clock hand ticks forward and it all crashes to the floor My knees hit rock-bottom when I could take no more All I now see is blackness where once there was color Gone appears the light from the sun and its fervor… I begin to walk away from the pond of shattered dreams But the glass is in my clothes and cutting through my heart, it seems Perhaps I am too close, the smoke is clouding my full view- Glance up at the tower, instinctively know what to do… Run up the steps; one, two,three hundred endless stairs And I barely catch my breath, or have time to fill lungs with air - Before the ground beneath my feet crumbles into sand Loud thunder above me rumbles as I fall back down on land… And I hit rock-bottom again Thinking this must be the end For surely no human can go through this pain And still see rainbows through the rain… The whole world seems gray and black tonight With not a speck of pure, identifiable white in sight Nothing is untouched, gone is everything - Then how do I glimpse in that crack a thin white string? Among the dirt, surely this uncorrupted clean string is not real But just to verify the hopeless doubts, I reach out a hand to feel And to my electric surprise, it’s most tangible indeed I yank it out attached to a note, uncrumple it and read: “Verily, with every hardship comes ease” [Quran 94:6] That white thread... Of hope.