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
adoration
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
waters

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

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

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes

2 Comments

katelon says:

March 19, 2022 at 7:54 pm

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

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1. Shun P. Writes says:
  
  March 21, 2022 at 1:19 am
  
  Thank you Katelon, this photo does echo I have to admit.
  
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