the storm passed
leaving vivid freshness in its wake
as glimpses of sunlight
pierce the gloom
of an arctic afternoon
just as peace now spreads it gentleness
in a blanket at my feet
sometimes I think
the sweetest place
is here
deep within the calm
that follows days and nights
of anxiety and alarm
squarely faced
our inner storms in time abate
leaving surrender in their wake
finding us wiser than we were
before
the storm
with fewer illusions
alive in us
and so over the ashes
our spirit falls
as new energy rises to the call
of new life and patterns of being
evolving
from deep inside
the passing vortex
of the storm
Emerging From The Dark Night 