In middle school, my fellow students and I had to collect a collaboration of poems and analyze them. As a teenager who loved reading and writing, this assignment was a perfect challenge for me. Interpreting poetry is so different from studying literature because it forces us to stretch our minds and comprehend concepts in a different light. Recently, as I was cleaning out my closet, I found the poems I had chosen to study. This one by George MacDonald struck me because the last line is so hopeful and powerful.
:: Sometimes a thunderbolt will shoot from a clear sky; and sometimes, into the midst of a peaceful family - without warning of gathered storm above or slightest tremble of earthquake beneath - will fall a terrible fact, and from that moment everything is changed. The air is thick with cloud, and cannot weep itself clear.
There may come a gorgeous sunset, though. ::
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