She walked a long, uncertain road
A path so few would tread
Then, suddenly, the raindrops flowed
To cleanse the way ahead
Within their wake, a brilliant light
Appeared where all was vain
And shined a beacon, burning bright
Amid the springtime rain.

Her faith had fallen through the cracks
Her heart was worn and weak
She did not feel her selfless acts
Would ever find their peak
But in the stir of tragedy
Her words relieved the pain
Of those ensnared by agony
Beneath the springtime rain.

She stopped along that doubtful road
And prayed upon the breeze
Then suddenly, the Lord bestowed
A gift that she would seize
When brilliant light, within the wake
Of days when goals seemed feign
Became a dream she would partake
Due to the springtime rain.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection