The storm rages,
reaching outward,
ripping, tearing,
causing havoc.
But, in the midst of the storm
there is a quiet,
a calm that centres,
a peace to be found.
Though angry words fly,
armed only to hurt,
meant to bring pain,
they can’t break through.
The wall is strong,
a beacon from the soul,
a light of love,
to wrap yourself around.
Fear not the trials,
stand strong,
hold fast,
to faith, to love, to hope.
Know, with a sureness
that though the storm may try,
it cannot reach the centre,
your faith it cannot spoil.
Then, then will you see,
then will you know,
what the storm contains,
what its purpose is.
You’ll know it can’t win,
for faith survives,
light repels the dark to reveal
peace amid the turmoil.
© Leslie C Dobson
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