A lesson inspired by a glance out the window on a stormy Saturday morning.
Tag: poetry and prose
Rest For you are safe here Though storms may rage against you Trust For you are safe with me I am your anchor When carried away on life's rapids It's fateful twists and devilish turns Look to me The rooted branch, Outstretched and still Firm, in the midst of chaos Reach for me Hold steadfast [...]
Recriminations, old and new, haunt corners Whispering doubts Filling empty spaces with angst Inharmonious rumblings swirl in place Howling, empty and frightening Discordant and terrible Harrowing to face the truth. For it's a lie to claim there is nothing left to say There is one thing. Though we can barely bring ourselves to acknowledge it [...]