And then there was light.
Those are someone else’s words,
but I felt them run through me,
a cleansing.
I watched in awe, as power
consumed nature.
In my time – is all I heard.
Then the storm moved in and surrounded me,
created a blindness towards
my search for understanding,
quite literally!
Washed in clouds,
cold air across my face,
red curls blowing everywhere,
and a giggle began from deep inside of me. Clouds!
Let him decide.
Change was here.
***
What I Would Have Shown You
to fall sleep
believing
in tomorrow,
is how he prefers me
and so I do,
prepared.
one day, I’ll be
a reason, no, the
reason, he never
feels alone.
until then, he’ll
search
and I will be okay
here.
A storm brews above me
Nonsense to wish it away
Take comfort in the night
It hides monochrome shades
I reach for you, my light
An incredible joy you create
Keeping you within my sight
I feel there’s no other way
Even inside melancholy winds
I feel the pace, of your spirit
Deciding
Not to allow this moment, to frighten
I wait for clarity and a clearing
Humbly
I listen, knowing above all else
The battled shore I stand upon
You can overcome
Walk with me here,
Allow the earth,
To calmly soothe,
You address,
And I’ll attend.
Like a breeze,
Sliding through,
Inestimable prairie,
I’ll surround you,
My Love.
Daily storm brewing,
Commanding attention,
You be the strength,
I’ll be me, listening.
Stalwart Guardian
Lingering and consuming
I lay underneath
Darkness,
You’re here,
Requested to stay.
Cover me completely,
Or simply go away.
Grumble
Snap
Lightning
Flash
Light becomes a,
Fleeting sorcerer,
Alchemistic owner of the sky.
Uncover my cimmerian shades,
Or leave me here this way.
Tornado season arrives to greet us,
Lost in thoughts of neon green.
Wind, rain and an eerie calmness,
Consumes our dark afternoon hour.
Content that I’m where I should be,
Mother Nature unleashes her power.
Siren blows, to the basement we go,
Relieved to know God’s protecting.
Stay calm, Big Brother is watching,
Our vicious and swirling Nebraska sky.
Three sisters grew up trusting him,
Today proves nothing has changed.
Fire Chief’s job begins, as we wait,
We love our big brother, please keep him safe.
Amen
*******
I wrote this poem during my first weekend in Nebraska. Mid June weather at its finest, my friends. We’re all fine and the destruction was minor for my hometown. (Weeks earlier the destruction much more severe.) The clouds, however, unforgettable.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 