Flowing Through the Storm

Be still now,
For the storm has passed,
Be not grudged by the tainted winds,
Be not lost in the misjudged sins,

Since these words are not of your kin,
The wind may flicker a grin,
But in a waxed way, some might dare say,
"In the darkest of nights, hidden is the soul, the name and the memory, of the lightest day,"

Be calm now,
For the war was lost,
Let the Spring breeze take you,
Let the birdsong have no mistake in you,
When the water falls down on deaf ears,
You will see the grace of days,
Mixed within harrowing sun rays,
But left content, with a time gone, with a life spent,
The dove of ending,
The deer of new beginning,
And now for you,
The peace shall bestow,
And in warm veins,
You're blood shall flow.