When that chill comes, look up,
find the stars with your eye,
and know the warmth of eyes upon you,
as you fret, as you fear, as you cry.
When that wave comes, look forward,
find the sweetest hilltop,
know the solidity, that holds you firm,
as you limp, as you lean, as you falter.
When that pain comes, look inward,
find the core within,
know the truth that sings it’s hope,
as you pause, as you wish, as you dream.
The world is but a reminder,
at each knew doorway,
that you are loved,
despite the trials that overtake you.