Sunday, 19 July 2015

Eye of the Storm

The spirit of wisdom stood by me in the raging storm.  ‘There is rest in the eye of the storm.’ He put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Yes.’ I muttered as my thoughts turned to you. The stinging rain turned into a comfortable and welcoming shower. I watched the lightning dance to the thunders’ rhythm. My hands became still, my heart filled with calm. The howling winds carried a whisper of hope. You are the eye of my life storms. Just the thought of you brings peace to my world. 

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