I resonate with David when he said “God has made me fruitful in the land of affliction.” I never really got into poetry as much I’d like to, but this piece got to me.
Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move,
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart of Spring
Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul men ever took.Written by Christopher Fry
