Waiting for the storms…

unlike the personal of yesteryear,

these come with forecasts and warnings,

and I greet them with cheer,

 

for I’ve always felt empowered

by the rising up of nature,

pretend I can tame

the benevolent, moody creature.

 

I have always felt connected

to the earth, sea, and sky,

know someday, it will be revealed

exactly why.

 

As much as I have non-roamed

in restlessness for a home,

the closest I always come

is solitude out-of-doors,

witnessing rising and setting Sun

 

among the birds, the forests,

the waves, the clouds,

my heart leaping up

while stilling myself.

 

The aves of the Aves,

the secrets whispered in the breeze,

the knowledge from a shell,

they all speak clearly to me.

 

The mysteries of life,

the purpose of it all,

seems less of a riddle

when humility makes you small,

 

for the bigger picture,

the Higher Powers,

the calling to the soul,

is all about us.

 

I will never lose this sight,

this faith,

never look gift horses

in the mouths

when they grant blessings

each day.

 

It is difficult to succumb to,

to drown in, the woes

when the good counters

and keeps refilling

the soul

 

with the sustenance and the clues

to keep going and giving

back what we can,

 

for love,

I believe,

 

is the purpose

of living.