Blazing light illuminates the rubble around me

Warming the grey

I lift my head from the dirt

A tear leaks from my eyes

Producing a tiny, delicate flower

In its wet patch of soil

The light intensifies

Fully illuminating me

My tears begin to flow

And in their wake, a magnificent garden of flowers

I cry out in pain

Joyful pain

The rubble is gone

Overgrown by beautiful flowers of all colours

Radiantly lit from above

I gaze up

At His glorious light

And see a hand outstretched

It has a hole in it

My tear stained fingers grasp His

And He pulls me into the light.