Storms


I look toward the horizon.
I see the storm coming, I feel winds of change across my soul. 

I've been here before. 
I smell the enemy, waiting to shred lessons unfurled. 

I sense from deep within, to watch darkening clouds, to flee the pelting rain,
Is to fail to learn the lesson; to stand soaking in unnecessary pain.

From the past I have learned few storms are outrun, tattering unfurling sails. 
The lessons that come in the storm, the sun soon reveals. 

When the storm has passed, it is then more gentle winds carry me along; 
And the sails unfurled, the lessons learned, take me to where I belong. 

Comments

  1. Jeff RaganFebruary 11, 2009 at 8:36 PM

    Great poem, Sweetie! I love your writing. Just one more way you inspire me!

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  2. AnonymousJune 10, 2025 at 6:13 PM

    Soothing, thought-provoking. This is trusting in God through the storm. Awesome poem!

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