Night’s End
Even the darkest night is followed by day
Even the worst storm ends with blue skies
Even the most broken heart learns to sing again
When they listen and hear My heart’s cries
Even the worst of wounds will cease to hurt
Even the worst of dreams come to an end
Even the most violent times end in peace
Even the lonely find in Me a Dear Friend
Your darkest of nights, graced by the faithful dawn
Then follows the glorious sun
The worst of your fears, calmed by My touch
Nightmare’s demons flee as a new day’s begun
I hold your hand in the midst of the storm
I sing your name quietly through the long night
I lead you and guide you, with My small, still voice
Your blessing and joy, My delight
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.