The Dazzling Victory

Young dreams has to be catered for. Young minds has to be tilled till it blossom. It is winter, the snow is so cold, it feels unsafe. The Autumn flowers bloom. The cries of the young children echoes across the street. The wind travels around me, while I find my feet. I tremble to the force of the breeze, now I have only my God to help me stand. The troubles of life tossed me up and down like a flower being tossed by the wind. All I could see is light at the end of the other road. It feels empty with this load. How do I keep moving? I want to get to the other road but no help to keep me going. I need help somebody! Who will help me some day? Suddenly, I saw flashes of light from the sky. It shone down on me and pulled me up, now I can fly. And I realise I have been rescued from slumber. I saw me being clothed in the finest of all with a crown of victory placed on my head like a victor.