Winter of Our Discontent

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer... (William Shakespeare, Richard the Third)

This, too, shall pass. No matter how dour,
despite strings of catastrophe, in the worst of times,
better comes. And not only better but glorious summer,
seasons of delight, of bounty, of blessings.
To dwell in downturn, to expect bad to bring worse,
is to deny the potential, the promises, of the Power.
We reclaim life and will, storm the bank at the first hint
of weakness. But Power is strength and forbearance,
endurance and tenacity ours to claim, ours to trust,
ours to adopt while waiting, trusting, expecting
that glorious summer.