After the storm

After the raging storm passes

A clearing opens up

As everything glows with supercharged energy

Streaming colour

Within vibrant hue

Shining wonder calls to our soul

Through the prism

Of present time purified of the past

Revealing truth of what lay hidden before

Obscured from view

Wind blew away debris

As rain cleared the residue of ash

Of old fires that burned

To extinction

As conscious knowing is birthed

In the soul of the one who was seared

 

After the storm has passed

I gaze upon this wreckage

But not with criticism or distain

(Was it not essential for my soul

To feel such pain?)

What needed to be screamed out

Needed to be freed

How else was I to know

So deeply in bone

What it is I most ached and longed for

And if we cannot admit

What drives us nearly insane

How will we ever find serenity

Or peace

Or freedom again?

 

It wasnt our fault that we burned

Or fell for false bargains

Or even that we fanned the flames

And only when our anguish becomes so extreme

That it sears flesh from bone

Will we search for water to quench that fire

And we look back upon our tormented self

With eyes of compassion

We will see deeper

And richer and truer

Than we ever could have before

The onset of the storm