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