There are those who threaten

There are those who threaten,

and those who scorn – to them give no credit.

The storm is fierce but I see through

the harsh wind to eternity.

To there I walk with open arms to

greet you and they as I go along.

We see much more than we must know

and feel the way, as we go.

I laughed once more but not for pain,

I laughed as grace and of my gain.

I know that happiness now is slight,

but through our journey

is ours to light.

Things have been much good to us.

I was here when all the stars were

made and remember the joy they bade.

I am here now that the evening sun

is gone and remember well the early dawn.

©Kevin S. Freeman