What if?

Heaven's morning breaks

 

What if this is it?

What if there is no "light at the end of the tunnel"?

What if the tunnel is now our residence?

Shards of light may break through the tunnel...

vaccine,

treatment, 

new socialising etiquette,

but we do not return to what was. 

Where then is hope? 

Or should we ask 

what is hope? 

Or who is hope? 

I write words,

but others words are often needed...

"Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes, 

Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies, 

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee, 

In life, in death, O Lord abide with me." 

(Henry Francis Lyte)