Laundry hanging in the pouring rain;
All seems in vain, a useless day
an apron blown away is flying over fields.
So what. There is no yield in sorrow.
Words in papers that are never read;
Thoughts remaining when there’s nothing said;
Fear and panic that we know will end.
Feeling love from such a distant friend.
The pegs won’t hold the linen sheets for long;
In storm and turmoil they are swollen,
They are sails and we the sailors now.
That we stand strong! That we are able.
Laundry drying although all is wet;
Miracles occurring when all hope has left.
Holding hands we say goodbye to fear,
Sailing off to unknown waters.