(written September 2016)
Back and forth we blew about
in the fierce winds of change.
Dashed upon rocks I never had time
even to put our life into a frame.
Here and there the tempest shook
and uprooted us from every crack
in every road we ever took.
If we ever thought our home was near,
a North wind blew and froze us with fear.
To grow from fear despite odds and all
is to mitigate pain and answer the call.
We thought it was over but then we saw
the eye of the storm was our own front door.
Today, tomorrow, next week, never.
Our lives were at the mercy of inclement weather.
And forever we would be, lost at sea
if we didn’t see that the way to be free
was to simply surrender to the storm
of our destiny.