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 downwith 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 passas surely as passed beforeThe old forgotten pain, and the other sorrowsThat 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 your frustration–This, too, will pass.
BY Grace Noll Crowell
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD FRIDAY 15 NOVEMBER 2024
