The Eventual Goal

Lift your eyes and look towards the sun,
Let these rays bring comfort to your day,
Raise up your spirit, let the fight begin,
Hold on to all your hopes, do not give way,
And then in time, again the sun will rise,
Piercing through the darkness of your soul,
Bringing with it the very greatest prize,
A wholeness which will be your eventual goal.

poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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