Silver Lining

Out of the dark I saw a light. A beautiful bright light. It curled down, furled my hair, and caressed my cheek. It was a sign, Lord it was a sign, of things to come. It picked me up out of my rut. It gave me some hope. I’m walking on bridges built on starlit skies. That light showed me how to face the sun all over again. Out of the light was a bird. It was flying back, back to that rut, I had called my home. It was a sign, oh Lord a sign, showing my next step. So with a sigh and a prayer I turned my back on the light. I went back to that rut and saw a silver lining. Faded and worn now and lost to most eyes. But that light it has a way to make the dull seem brand new.