the quiet of the storm
When the storm could be seen off in the distance
time had been granted and shelter made safe...
This storm came without warning and no time
could be granted for the change in quiet...
Clear and without confusion the
desire is certain...
He stumbled, falling to the ground, not
a limb extended to ease impact...
Face flat looking down, humbled in same
a time or two before, but his thought was
decent without mark or tarnish...
Face down on the ground, strangely teared with
peace of a future that should not be deserved...
For, in a single thought an entire world could
be created, could be made a new direction, could
be delivered from pain and loss of loves past...
A single simple thought and opened is the door to
the one place that had been protected, hidden from light
and hoping for light...No entrance had been granted in any
of those days...This thought has seen; the offering of, the
dwelling in, the final understanding of its depth, this place
that no entrance had ever been granted...Such words seem to
come so easily for the sake of seeing a page consumed by them.
However, in truth the words mean to me a heart in the dearest sense
allowed to open to possibility that had been attempted with no
return in same...it is a desire for greatness...it is an expression
that had not seen the light of day before...it is the wonder of life
and it is beautiful.
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