July 12th, 2005

samwise1

metaphorical storms

BENEATH AND ABOVE

It's stormy today.

Blown sand and shadows,
waves of dark water.

As always, I stand,
breathing fine, but still blind,
waiting the break in the clouds.

Joy, hands of light,
reach in praise, free of fear,
till the storm closes over again.

I love who I am
underneath these mist-shrouds.

When will this end?