TODAY'S JOY WAS BORN ...
... OF YESTERDAY'S SORROW
Who said the "darkness of the night"
Would never turn to day;
Who said the "winter's bleakness"
Would never pass away.

Who said the fog would never lift
And let the sunshine through;
Who said the skies now overcast
Would nevermore be blue.

Why should we ever entertain
These thoughts so dark and grim,
And let the brightness of our mind
Grow cynical and dim.

When we know beyond all questioning
That winter turns to spring;
And on the notes of sorrow,
New songs are made to sing.

For no one sheds a teardrop
Or suffers loss in vain;
For Spirit's always there to turn
Our losses into gain.

And every burden born TODAY
And every present sorrow,
Are but Heaven's happy harbingers
Of a joyous, bright TOMORROW!


Helen Steiner Rice (1900-1981)
www.HelenSteinerRice.com