Of storms and melodies

If standing in the storms

with you
is the conduit
to be made anew –

then I
love the storm.

But that
pales in comparsion –

through you I’ve seen
life’s dreams
come into being

doubts of the supernatural
made obscene –
those joys
or manifestations of celestial

as prayers
answered are
known to shower
down with baptismal

that stain face –
and I revel
in God’s grace –

by way of you
that melody –
of love’s
sweetest fruit.

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  1. katelon says:

    Beautiful poem and photo. That downed tree almost looks like petrified wood. Such lovely colors.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Katelon, this photo does echo I have to admit.

      Liked by 1 person

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