Be Gone Ye Storms (a poem of inspiration)
The storms of our lives, all do come, and soon to go,
Our lives are then stronger, and by this we may show.
As thunder to rumble and heavenly lightnings to flash,
Dark clouds to rise above us, as cold winds to blow.
As each event, such a trial, as a mountain to climb,
Leads us onward, to a life, much more sublime.
Every challenge presented, so much greater we gain,
We sort through the trials, then live with the pain.
We address every daily chore, and its responsibility,
Meeting each downfall, with our strengths, a certainty.
Overcoming and revitalizing, our lives in every way,
Our human spirits, powerful, as we kneel and to pray.
Our God, as our rock, and shall forever to be sustained,
Our prayers in the night, provide good days, maintained.
The darkness, but a prelude, to our welcoming a fair dawn,
We see beautiful wild creatures, a mother deer, and her fawn.