Blowing hard,
reaching all parts of one’s anatomy
a storm is brewing.
There is no shelter
beside His Arms,
invisible yet strong,
the trees bend with humility.
A force to be respected,
loud crackles,
danger seeming to escalate &
a breeze,
as believers fall to their knees.
The sun shines,
the trees stand,
roots unmoved as
the sky lights dance
with the clouds.
Makes me wonder,
I must be pretty tall in
this small frame,
blessed nonetheless,
as I quietly thank Him,
for carrying me through
what could have been my time
to say Goodbye.
Storms, silently regarded as negative,
make for beautiful endings,
when the end is visible.
Faith born from overcoming,
I never fear those on their way. – D.D. Wright


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