The Storm Approaches

There is surely a storm coming

Before the storm comes the wind

Gentle and soft as those who have sinned

The water lays, awaiting the touch

The ripples dance and sing, believing

As the wind rustles the quiet evening

Shadows run, the wind pursues 

The water laughs at the shadows flight

The wind, gentle, soft brings light

Light shows the wind’s desires

As the light and ripples dance the night

Shadow fears the wind, its plight

On the water, a soiree is played

And the wind, the wind stirs the water

There is surely a storm coming 

There are few things in existence more powerful than love. So few that the fact they exist at all warrants a brief discussion. I would first contend that Love cannot exist without a pre-existing condition. This condition is forgiveness. Love and forgiveness are two sides of the same coin, you cannot have one without the other. They are mutually assurant to each other. When you combine these two they synergistically form the pre-existing condition for that which is more powerful than both of them. Hope. 

Hope is both the wind under your wings and your destination in sight. It is the excitement of the unknown, a direct contradiction to fear of the unknown. It is a flood sweeping away judgement and skepticism. It is the awakening to the morning sunshine following a long and lonely dark night. It is lifting up your eyes towards the heavens and appreciating what you already have. It is the light at the end of the tunnel.