Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Storm (Freeform poetry)

Storm In The Mountains

Whether you wish it or not
Whether you are ready or not
The storm will come
And it will rage most furiously.

What you believe 
Will be challenged
What you value
Will be taken
What you love
Will be threatened.

I say to you
All storms pass
So let not your knees weaken
lest you be washed away to nothingness.

Instead I challenge you
Stand your ground.
Plant your feet
Raise your head to the sky
Announce your defiance not with a deep breath
But a roar to make the Angels take notice.

For this too shall pass
And the sun will spring  forth again.


By Avery K. Tingle

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