thunder of the storm
I know things have been rough lately.
And some days I see it’s got you too.
Your voice would crack,
your smile would wither,
and you fuss about your hair turning grey.
I see the long nights, you know.
I hear the sobs and the worries on those
or the aches, and the way your back would break
on the thought of another day.
Yet, you’re still here, still beautiful, still pure,
still clasping life by root and stem-
through rain, through snow, through sleet or shine,
through love, and loss,
A rock that would never move…
bracing hard, against the crashing waves
as the high tide rolls in.
Waiting out the winter snow
and summer rain,
and deafening thunder of the storm.