Seeds of Change
A Storm is coming….
Maddeningly adrift on a calm ocean, disturbed only by fruitless attempts at control, unable to build momentum save to lift myself momentarily only to crash back down.
Despondency clouds the horizon, life on hold with no where to go.
Seeds sown, prayers answered, eyes opened. The storm is coming, but this is my storm. This is my change, my beginning, and its good.
….I’m not afraid anymore.
July 26th, 2007 at 3:36 am
That’s absolutely beautiful Trin
July 31st, 2007 at 12:57 am
That’s great Trin and really captures what transition really is as you experience it! More poetry like this please! :-)