Storms of Life

It’s kind of funny yet scary

How life can turn inside out so quickly

Storms of life come quietly at first

Then building to a thunderous

Assault on the senses

What was predicted was even worse

Than expected

Riding high on the clouds of hope

Then crashing to the ground like two inch hail

Shattered by crushing disappointments

And lost time

Updrafts of sometimes courage and flashes

Of broken promises like lightning

Bright and awesome but gone

In an instant of reality

Leaving the damages behind

Picking up shattered pieces of this life

Tossed about by tornadic winds of change

Sudden realization of what can’t be

Sending the heart to find a covering of protection

So it won’t be damaged anymore

Afraid now of being so vulnerable

To the loss of further storms

That it may never recover or be the same again.

Storms of Promise

The night thunders within the darkness

Brilliant lightning dances across the sky

Billowing clouds rise on windy currents of air

Warnings have gone forth to ease the troubled soul

Storms are brewing across his land

As the winter wheat gets planted

Farmers place their hopes within this ground of promise

Seeds of new life will now sprout forth

As God ordained

They try to hang on to the winds of time

Placing the future within the unknown

The storms are worrisome for now

Crops must be sown to have the harvest

They will wait out the night watching

Listening for the dreaded hail

Praying for deliverance from destruction

Heroic are the tillers of the field

For they are the backbone

And honorable strength of this nation

Thank you, Farmers and Ranchers

May God bless you on this stormy night

And on into the coming harvest and for Eternity.

The Soul of the Storm

Thunder rolls across the sky

Clouds tremble at the lightning strike

Rain pours from the soul of the storm

No longer able to contain it’s power

Such is life!

Life events shake us to our core

We tremble in fear at the very sound of turmoil

When life suddenly flashes across our being

With heartfelt pangs of regret

We cry.  For we too have touched

The soul of our own storm and now it’s personal.

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