A storm is brewing in the sky,
The air is cool and sweet.
It whispers to me things will change,
That all is imcomplete.
There is a peacefulness amid the wild
And blustering winds that blow.
I need not fear within this life,
These things I simply know.
Some find these storms unsettling,
Some fear and dread the rain.
I openly embrace them.
There is joy found only in pain.
Why do storms hold such beauty?
How do they calm my soul?
They feed my restless spirit,
That is all I know.
So blow sweet winds around me.
I love thy cool embrace.
Content I am to be here,
Until I behold His face.
2006-09-12
14:13:49
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Debra M. Wishing Peace To All
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