Motivational poem
A friend shared this poem. The central image—rain and the rainbow that follows—is old enough to appear in almost every tradition, but it earns its repetition.
Whatever your cross, whatever your pain, there will always be sunshine, after the rain.
He knows every heartache, sees every tear, a word from His lips, can calm every fear.
Your sorrows may linger, throughout the night, but suddenly vanish, in dawn’s early light.
The Savior is waiting, somewhere above, to give you His grace, and send you His love.
God always sends rainbows after the rain.
What makes this poem work is not theological argument but rhythmic assurance. The structure is simple enough to remember in the moments when you need it—which is the point of a poem like this. It is not written for reading; it is written for reciting internally when reasoning has run out.
The image of dawn’s early light erasing sorrow is not naive. Anyone who has spent a genuinely difficult night knows that morning carries something different. Not a solution, but a shift in register. The problem remains; you approach it from a different angle.
Poems that survive are usually ones that name something true at the right level of abstraction. This one names perseverance without pretending the difficulty away.