The storm is raging
Beyond taming and beyond reach, the storm is soaring;
With nature’s loudest voice , the storm is roaring;
Caught in one of nature’s cruelest mimes;
Almost losing my mind;
As life teaches its best lesson yet;
In the process transforming a mindset;
A lesson of beauty and of pain;
A lesson about the price of gain;
That the thorns take away nothing from the beauty of a rose;
The rise from a planted naked stalk to beautiful, enchanting, charming rose;
That some of the most astounding petals of beauty sit on stalks of thorns ;
And every natural rose bush comes with thorns;
That those who refuse to brave the thorns;
May settle for petals of the flowers of corn;
That redemption's greatest possibility ;
Lies in the eye of the greatest storms;
That even the finest eye of faith;
Cannot see beyond the storm;
But it can trust, trust, trust;
An all loving, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent God;
Beyond the raging storm and more.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
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