The Warmth of Stars

I know, that the world is not all sorrow, and to look forward to, there must be a tomorrow - that we are what we know and feel, and not the God before whom we kneel. I know, that there will always be light, trying to filter through the rain, and there is a smile that can cover the carnage of our pain, and that there is struggle where there is no reward, that there is loss, and there is discord. I’ve been told , that there are expectations, but no hope I’ve been told, that the world is harsh, and the world is cold, for, survival is a job for the bold, and there is no love that stays within our hold. Yet, I try to grasp the waters that course through the turbulent river of dreams. I try to grasp the stars that twinkle in my closed eye, and the future, for an instant, is not as barren as it seems. Because I believe, that we have the might to see and hear, the plight of those, whose cries may not be near. And I believe, that we have the power to change our thoughts, our actions and all our evil ways. For I believe, that the mission of our kind, is to act in service and pay mind, and I’m sure that God is in us, and the nature that is our keep - the transition to a beautiful life, need not be a light year leap. To love, live and serve must be our duty, to understand and keep our faith, is our holy task, for I believe in a world restored to its former beauty, there will be a time for us to bask underneath the reviving warmth of stars.