Good Prevails

At a glance back, it's pure, it's understood...the whole is for reason much larger than comprehension.
The once deep bleeding wound is now a faint and prideful scar.
The clouds were pitch-black...the day so long and the cold night you thought would never end.
I always knew the good would prevail.
Stay true, believe and become one with all- past present future...relax and embrace.
Leave the evil with no room to breath.
Now only ashes that return to the dust of the earth and the voices are calm and in sync with reality.
Reach out your hand, it's perfect, become one with the water as it flows between your fingers.
Feel the love that gently swarms your body and illuminates your dear soul.
Let the tears of joy and relief manifest, be strong, let the water continuously flow and never, I said never loose hope....