FOR ONE LATELY BEREFT

Though now you are bereft and ways seem black,
With emptiness and gloom on every hand;
Someday Time's healing touch will lead you back,
And gradually your heart will understand
That what you bore must come to one and all,
And Peace, the clean white flower born of pain,
Will slowly, surely, rise from sorrow's pall,
And happiness will come to you again.

Margaret E. Bruner
(Contributed by Poetic Expressions)