A storm was brewing
within the world at large,
affecting each relationship;
as if its strength of violent division
might somehow be appeased
by who we are.
At first a peace is felt,
within a silence held before each storm;
for nature, in her wisdom
plans these things well in advance.
And yet a feel of sensitivity
can’t help but bleed itself into the air,
for those who have the countenance
to recognize the signs.
There within, without -
a battle brewing;
attacking everything as if
an alien invasion had occurred.
If only we, for once, could see it clear.
We’d find that all that seems most alien
is also part of all we need to learn.
And that the fear we never
to reach beyond before,
then suddenly begins to disappear,
within a mist that seeks a fiery light;
burning through a distance
that never really e’er existed here.
Shining bright to burn this burden clear away
While inthe wake of every
unending hues of blue
and ultimately sunlit skies
begin to bloom again...
? Michaelette ?
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