Weathering the Storm

8.23.06

It has been quite a while since I've seen conditions like this

The clouds part angrily and the wind begins to hiss.

The tension on the horizon mounts and begins to swell

It brings with it the intensity of an unforeseen hell.

Change has past and this storm brings in the new

As opposed to running, I await not knowing what to do.

I sense there is a power in this storm but it's not a fearful one.

It's eerily reminiscent of where great things have begun.

As the storm rages nearer, the angry demeanor alters,

It has an intimidating approach, causing the weak to run and falter.

The grays turn bright and the sharp clouds begin to flex

So simplistic now what was once thought complex.

The winds roll upon me but more inviting than coarse.

They sooth and warm me, not here to damage but only support.

I pity the ones that turned and ran for its presence was worth the wait.

That was its plan all the while, to show it might complicate.

The winds divide and open to take me in enrapture

Suddenly the howls cease and the silence is captured.

The eye of this storm is ambient without a doubt

Looking up to the pinnacle, I see there is now only one route.

Suddenly the storm sweeps me from up off the ground,

Yet with awkward caution that contradicts the presence that surrounds.

The witness, of her beauty and power over me, I have born. 

And I want nothing more than to be enveloped by the eye of her storm.