The Storms of This LifeWatching the distant clouds building and growing forevermoreThe harsh wind begins rushing thru the leaves with the branches bending to and froIn the attempts to not give in again I'm standing firm on all that I knowAnd extending out my hand reaching beyond the heavens aboveGrasping for His strength to hold on, along with the endurance to make it thruPraying that the ground beneath me will not erode nor engulf all that I love

During the hours when which our souls should be taking flight... Dancing almost endlessly with our hopes and dreams... As if only to aspire some sort of clarity prior to the morning light...Yet, be it as it may, regardless as to how long one waits...Sleep has yet again eluded me...Leaving me alone once again with my thoughts ~

If their tears could be read,as the blind can read brailleWould your eyes then be openedto another & how they feel?Without condemnation or any aversions from withinCould you set aside judgementwhile seeking total absolution?

If I were to measure my successes by the mistakes that I have made & only focus on the lessons that were learned along the way, then that in itself overall, would be a positive step in the right direction.

If only they could listen with their hearts & not their minds, maybe then they would understand that often times it's the emotions not spoken that are longing to be heard.

How we perceive of the world around us determines the outcome of what it is we choose to see or not see