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At first there's only silence .

PostPosted: 20 Apr 18, 1:47 pm
by mugley
At first
there's only silence
.
But soon the wind
picks up and
there's an electricity
an excitement of
what's to come hanging
on the air
.
And like
an orchestra tuning up
a burst of wind strikes
a few pellets of hail
some rain
.
Then more
and more and more
.
No longer
Just thunder clouds against
A sleeping sky
.
Fire rips through the boiling darkness
.
And the beast roars
Shakes the earth
With a voice that cracks
Wide the slumbering night
.
Furious
No illusion is left untouched
.
Roofs are torn from
barns and houses
.
Trees are split in two
.
Uprooted
.
Thrown into cars and fences
like they were nothing more
than rag dolls
.
Relentless
The beast charges 'cross
the prairie with
a wake of devastation
trailing behind for
as far as the eye can see
.
And yet
You stand as
the battle rages on
Into the weary hours
of the night
.
You stand
Undaunted undefeated
Even though the ground rumbles
the walls shake and the sky's ablaze
.
Even though
The storm pounds on you
from every side
.
You don't falter
You don't forsake
.
the faith you hold so dear
.
deep inside
.
You summon all your strength
.
You hold on
.
The storm passes
And when it's gone
Where it was
.
Only you remain
.
~ poem "The Storm" by Michael Traveler, author/poet