Journal for Christa—

Here we stand,

You and I,

In the unknown—

Will tomorrow bring

the sun—

Or torrents of cold rain?

Will the flowers

Bloom for us—

Or die in silent pain?

Will the breezes

gently blow—

Or howl amidst the fray?

Will the rivers sing

our song—

Or sweep our dreams away?

In the unknown

We stand here,

You and I.

There are no guarantees in life. Sometimes we make it what it is; sometimes we don’t. Some days are good; some aren’t. Nevertheless, it’s nice to know we aren’t alone.