After passionate wind and lashing rain…
after flash flood of present thrashing past
and depths of memory…bare body’s pain
embedded with eyes focused over vast
possibilities…crashing psyche’s dread
of both life and death…of both love and hate…
after both love and hate no longer bled
you of hope or despair…after storm’s great
devastation set you free…what new course
to take then…what to whisper to calm breeze
caressing you…catalyst to seek the source…
the only source…not to threaten or please
you…or please anyone…only to form
phrase of prayer…take chances…till the next storm…
Roger Armbrust
August 28, 2020
