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Within Me

Rage of emotions like a storm in the sea
When will it calm down, and let me be
It takes me up, and throws me down
Hurting me, bruising me, making me strong.
I can not avoid it, I do not want it
But to soar above it, a light has to be lit.
A fire grows within me,
Claiming me, calming me,
Raging slowly, growing bright.
What is this plight? Is this right?
What a paradox of emotions I feel!
The Source close to me, yet far from me.
When will it stop, when will I let go
What is this wonder, what is its goal?
A war dance begins in the depths of my soul
Will it break me or consume me whole?
Yet the storm rages, and the waves crash with force
How do I get away from its course?
A slow and steady beat of the drums I hear.
Beating through the storm, and coming near.
I am still, I am here, in the middle of the storm,
I can hear.
The steady beat aligns with my heart
All the fright in me departs.
The clouds slightly part
And the light flows like beautiful art.
the storm has passed, and yet I stand
Stronger than ever, courageous and grand.
I close my eyes and smile at the sea
For all along the Source was within me!

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