This too will pass
by Grace Noll Crowell
This too will pass. O heart, say it over and over -
out of your deepest sorrow, out of your deepest
grief, no hurt can last forever - perhaps tomorrow
will bring relief.
This too will pass. It will spend itself - its fury
will die as the wind dies down with the setting sun;
assuaged and calm, you will rest again, forgetting a
thing that is done.
Repeat it again and again, O heart, for your
comfort; this, too, will pass as surely as passed
before the old forgotten pain, and the other sorrows
that once you bore.
As certain as stars at night, or dawn after
darkness, inherent as the lift of the blowing grass,
whatever your despair or frustration - this, too,