In the midst of the storm we receive a new calling
in spite of the ice, in spite of our hatred for the pain
surviving the winds of a hurricane, can teach us
that it’s not about the storm, but it’s about the living
with the occasional bleed, and that all of us are survivors
living through the storm, even when we do not feel
any stronger. We learn to live through
another night, realizing there is green
under the ice, and then we grow
in our compassion, in spite
of the wind of a hurricane.
We are all survivors.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”