The joy of life has turned into an overwhelming whirlwind of pain and guilt.

The Storm has come!

Despair has filled the stone hardened hearts of the weary while winds filled with sounds of weeping whispered into the ears of the old…

The lives of young ones are threatened by the hate and anguish of their peers, who are ignorant of the oppression our society faces decade after decade, year after year.

 The wounded souls of those who are in bondage cried out in never ending anguish looking for a savior to carry them to safe ground.

The Storm has finally come!

 Those who are on the high rock cling on to what little faith they had left before all was lost.

 The sun had long been swallowed by the dark emptiness, and not even a twinkle of a lost star remained. 

The air became dense with a faint smell of fear all around.

 The Storm has come!

A resounding trumpet in the distance was heard throughout and wandering eyes glanced towards the sky.

A shimmering light in the distance grew brighter and brighter while the trumpet grew louder. 

All in a moment, the trumpet faded in the air, as hope emerged from under the cloak of darkness and spread its arms wide. 

Everything including time came to a standstill…