obscured by the weather
windows, fogged, dim the view
remembering the scene
bright, hopeful thoughts of you
dream through the night
eyes opened in the storm
longing for return
of old days, safe and warm
begging for the grace
heal this weary soul
longing for forgiveness
return to ancient whole
confusion settles in
ever-present friend
prepare for coming blizzard
watchful ’til the end
remembering the moments
when life was plain and blue
doubt and insecurity
painful to review
outside the storm begins
inside storm gains strength
measured life of growth
by breadth and width and length
early memories fill the scene
child of a quiet abode
nowhere to express the soul
to sing the heart’s great ode
to touch, to hug, to feel, to be
rarely known in this dim life
trudging onward drearily
joy unknown, but also strife
sought and found the shallow cures
to keep the heart from feeling real
pushed emotions deep within
as feelings grew, so too, did zeal
walked alone, while in a crowd
darkened room and darkened mind
deeper into evil’s trap
look with fervor, yet never find
to the line and then beyond
raucous mind, losing sound
insanity freed, bound in chains
seeking quiet, chaos found
lost it all to find the truth
to feel, connect, to be, to live
loving creation’s perfect child
release the self and choose to give
outside the winds are gaining strength
but, inside, all is safe and warm
journey of a lifetime lived
remembered in a perfect storm
Grant me the grace
