When Chaos Reigns.


When a hard rain falls
on the faces of the innocent,
angels bend their wings
into umbrellas to shelter,
each trembling soul.

Thunderous voices of abuse,
storms of doubt,
and winds of despair,
may assail them,
but the soul can persevere.

Much like when a hard rain,
deluges fragile flowers,
their delicate petals close,
to protect their center,
until the worst is over.

We who have

faced the cruel bite
of tears running in rivulets
upon our bruised cheeks,
must strive to find shelter
for those who bring purity
to the world and nourish them
in the calm that follows
the damage when chaos reigns.



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