What is the day <br />without her light? <br />hope held behind <br />rising thunderheads <br />as a whisper is carried home <br /> <br />many wonder why <br />few will look closely, <br />more will be forgiven.. <br />in aftermarket confessions <br /> <br />while a giant lay sleeping <br />in rest. <br />we will <br />help support the sun <br />hoping <br />for a sweet return <br />that the hills will once again <br />come alive...and <br />the bells will toll, forever and a day <br /> <br />we will all be <br />ever so grateful.<br /><br />Cee Bea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ever-so-grateful/
