If through some darkened hour a word of mine
Could shine
To light the road
For any heart grown weary of its load–
I would be glad today,
Gladder than I could say!
For through the darkest hours I have known,
Words have shown
That I shall not forget:
Those promises that have not failed me yet;
The ringing words of cheer
That I still hear.
(God give me words today
To light some darkened way.)
Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,
And let me take your hand.
I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,
Can understand.
Let me come in – I would be very still
Beside you in your grief.
I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,
Tears bring relief.
Let me come in – I would only breathe a prayer,
And hold your hand,
For I have known a sorrow such as yours,
And understand.
This, too, will pass. It will spend itself – its fury
Will die as the wind dies down with the setting sun
Assuaged and calm, you will rest again,
Forgetting a thing that is done.
Repeat it again and again, O heart for your comfort
This, too, will pass as surely as passed before
The old forgotten pain, and the other sorrows
That once you bore.
As certain as stars at night, or dawn after darkness
Inherent as the lift of the blowing grass
Whatever your despair or your frustration
This, too, will pass.
