It’s arrival insidious, its impact a fright.
It grew above so selfish, so dark
It’s rain dampened all connection and spark.
Quietly in sleep it let itself in
Came in the night carrying sacks full of sin.
Slowly pouring its contents all over the floor
The foundations were shaken right to the core.
Light turned dark and confusion ensued
All around the weather howled and brewed.
All that was good and healthy and fun
was stolen by the darkness that refused to turn.
The storm unyielding, the thief in the night
It is the shadow that casts when we lose our sight.
The thunder boomed and stabbed with its fork
Rumbled and roared like the soul of an orc.
Searching hard to find a place of shelter…
but the thief stole all the safety it’s cruel effect came a belter.
It has jabbed, battered and tossed things around
Left in its wake a terrible sound.
As I lie here affected by unwelcome disturbance,
wrestling with degrees of inner perturbance,
I remember to be thankful for the lessons it brings
As much as I wish it…I have no control over things.
So I hunker down in the commotion tossed to the floor
And remember when a window is closed there opens a door.
The house wasn’t finished for development was long
but the ground was firm and the base was strong
Foundations were built from land of pure
Roots are deep and the seed holds the cure.
I live in hope that the storm passes soon
May there be a rainbow in rising from the cocoon.
I have one wish for what is left long after…
…may all things be healthy and again filled with laughter.