The Storm Poem

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When it comes,
In the light of day,
At the dawn, or at night
When the light has given way
To the setting sun

Remember,

The stillness, that thrills us
And fills us with a wonder, and
A grace that is never asunder

Though, yes, we may blunder, and grope
For and find thunder,
That stillness is always within you,
Waiting,
Like a light that burns bright
On very cold and stormy nights

When you are filled with chaos
And are in need of a returning
To that steadfast place,
Which is also a yearning

Rebirth and renewal
Are always there for your learning

Like a jewel
That shines forth, and
Reflects back all that is best

Especially when you are pressed
Yet never regressed,
And for surely blessed, and yes