Shuttering the Storm

Oh, how comforting

The shielding of the storm

A storm that wishes to continue

But the vagabond of life

Needs to close the adversity’s impact

It came as a melodic pattern of rain drops

Only to gradually become a shadowed tempest of hell

Yet…

It was necessary

For the beachcomber seeking answers

To know the ebb and tide

Of life’s cycles is ongoing

And what might seem grounded at the shore today

Is due to be washed into other shores of destiny’s plan tomorrow

How beautiful the everchanging tides

The shallow and the tidal waves

The tempest and the calm

The clouds that gather

The clearing with sun’s light to follow

Is it not possible we get so consumed with the now

The trials of our souls

Causing us to run

To hide

And then…

We awaken?

Is it the storm

Or the sunlight?

One’s inner light harkens

One’s inner being knows

But do we?

Perhaps it only takes

Opening the shutters

And facing what ever is out there

To know we might be ready

To face new storms

With courage

Not heretofore revealed to us

How sacred this journey