Sometimes it’s hard to see the horizon.
So many obstacles clutter the path.
Far too high to see the beauty in the distance
The faith grows thin and weak,
The strong become frail,
And doubt looms like a dark cloud over
Something so infinite and undeniable...
The wind grows cold, the storm relentless,
And the lives on the path face never-ending change.
Communication becomes emotional and more revealing,
Tension takes its toll on the collective mind,
But the souls still reach out and embrace,
Conveying that which mere words can not.
The feelings grow above and beyond the chaos,
So a light peeks above the walls in the way
Of the weary and downtrodden, so lost in despair.
A foothold is found, and the fear is cast aside.
Driven by passion, sparked by desire,
Fueled by love written in both stars and stone,
The brave hearts within each other and of themselves
Climb slowly into clouds of uncertainty,
Only to see the light shining brighter on the other side.
The lovers know they must do battle
With all which would destroy what they have
Fought so long and hard to build,
And they know what is theirs is
Worth fighting for above all else,
For themselves and for their family.
Strength is renewed, faith is restored.
They know destiny will prevail and they will win.
Suddenly, the what ifs no longer matter,
And the obstacles shatter to the ground…

- L.C., 2002