| The Storm
My heart fiercely beats with each crash of a wave The thundering noise resounds in each cave Quiet and peaceful the morning it broke All was transformed with the wind�s angry cloak Calm cowardly retreated when the spry hit the rocks The sun hid its face for the wind, it would mock The wind has no pity for what�s in its path Spiteful and arrogant, it pours out its wrath Such is the storm invading our life Raining heartache, worry, misery and strife Whipping and pounding on our vulnerable soul Etching disruption, carving a hole Hurtful and shameless, it challenges our faith Expecting our spirit to bow out in disgrace Don�t waver or quit when the storm starts to rage Drop your anchor, hold fast, in the battle engage For just like the wind with its brawny self-might Your storm will surrender, swept into the night Nothing should batter your self-worth and pride No wind blows forever, with time it subsides Enduring any storm takes courage my friend Be patient, be diligent, you will see the end By: Joanne Blundell Marsh |