Soft Subtleties of a Storm

Pain, pain, so easy to feel, so easy to see


A storm, a raging storm, a perfect metaphor for the chaos of the world


Wars, scandalous politics, death, disease, HURT, PAIN, DARK


So easy to see, so easy to feel, so easy to let it consume 


Hate, spite, rage, life is a pugnacious bitch


Where is the light? The humanity? The joy?


In the midst of the turmoil where is the jubilant symphony that our hearts thirst to hear?


If there is such obvious desolation wreaking havoc shouldn't there be an exuberance greater than it?


Spinning, hurting, falling, crashing, becoming a murky swamp of tears


A vortex of daggers shreds until nothing is left


So easy, so easy to be consumed


The human mind finds pain easy, why not surrender to despair?


Happiness an easy thing to see when one has it, but it is not an easy thing to be had


We look for the obvious because it is easy to see, we usually accidentally stumble onto something subtle


In the hell fire we are challenged to look for something that has not been consumed to ashes


Can there possibly be anything?


A storm so dark, as dark as our hearts threaten to become


Look at the sky it rages so


But look below


Catch my breath-


A small flash of color, bright, brilliant


There it is a small flower I didn't notice before


Its colors have been intensified by the storm


The colors so sweet, so kind, so vibrant

 
The dark of the storm has made it shine brighter


Something so simple and unnoticeable has become significant and powerful


Spinning not to fall, but with wander is there more? You must look


The grass covered in raindrops is like hills of emeralds


The dirt as rich and brown as it was when it was first created


Dry fields become wealthy with gold

 

Close your eyes and breath

 

Wet earth promsises new life

 

Damp bark, the smell seeps from the trees, steady and growing

 

Life has sprung from the turmoil

 

The dark has revealed the light

 

Something good has come from the pain

 

A change of focus, a different view, and now you can see the beauty and delight

 

It was always there you just had to look

 

Sometimes it takes the dark for us to see the light  

This poem is about: 
Our world
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