Treasure Island

Carol Fleming Klein


Above The Clouds


Above the clouds
the sun is shining
Through the rain
the light scatters to form
a rainbow

Through the gray
hope pierces
faith shines
And wraps me warmly
against the chill

Upward presses my soul, upward
and almost I feel
the sun's warmth on my face
Soon I know
Soon

Tho' tears fall now
On the other side
of pain
waits peace and joy
When the waiting
is over
I will embrace
the joy and know
it with all my heart
Even as my heart traces it now
in hope.

May-June 1990

Submitted: Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014
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