It blows our way we hunker in and pray or it comes upon us as a predator with its prey unexpectedly wiping us away We are bereft and gone forlorn, without song we utter our despair lost in our way without care Yet earth is there to receive our prayer, when storms have past we are still here A newness felt, built upon the past what was, and is no more becomes the portal, a new door to move with ease and find our peace. In this new place of space we cast our lines and toil again to climb the mountain’s peaks and valleys sublime, Exploring new ground building new hopes, home for our souls to grow new paths yet to know We go propelled by wisdom’s storm dislodged from former forms We flow into new being new grace new knowing new going Upon this living, breathing earth Storm brings us new birth
