Storm

The dark grey skies show a brilliance
Dark, strong, light a series of contrast
Beauty at its most turbulent and strange
The storm helps us make sense
Shakes us, rounds us on endurance
Facing change because we have to
Yet forcing a will upon us not our own
We realize how small we are, we are not
In control, letting go in the swirl of wind
Hard pounding rain, a cleansing and 
Release of all we think we hold
Then the day and time fleets and we 
Fall again into the illusion of making
When if we just stood on the edge we
Would entertain faith and surrender