Like teardrops on with­ered leaves, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

There are times
When the world moves on with­out us
Where we stand in sus­pended despair
On the banks of sor­row
Where our lone­li­ness
Is like a frozen prison
And our des­per­ate cries
Fall like teardrops on with­ered leaves
Float­ing in the sea of sadness

When all strength has faded
And the chasm before you is gap­ing wide
Then remem­ber that the flame of hope
Only needs a lit­tle spark from your heart
And the warmth of the sun
Will melt the shack­les of darkness

You are not alone
There is always one true friend
Wait­ing to carry you on

? Thorsten Becker

The light pre­vails, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

Shad­ows rav­age over bleached cob­ble stone
A ter­ri­ble flood, unstop­pable in its rag­ing.
Angrily they encroach upon ancient grey walls.
Water turns to fire, black flames engulf­ing
Con­sum­ing the col­ors of hope in their wake.
Reach­ing ever higher stone by stone
One desire’s bind­ing them:
To leap off under a moon­less sky
That they may descend as one
A blan­ket of ter­ror upon the land.
Unbear­able.
Unde­ni­able.
Until
A can­dle is lit, warm light fills the heart.
Hope blos­soms, prayers ascend.
Dark­ness sud­denly torn in two
Like paper run full of ink.
A new page is turned, a story unfolds.
And writ­ten like with golden pen
Sun rays break forth from the clouds.
Dawn blos­soms
The light prevails.

? Thorsten Becker