A storm will teach you
many things.

How thunder shakes fierce
and lightnings flash high,
reminding us how little we are
in the scope of this life.

How to stay calm when everything
quivers; and how to unleash
our own power when
it’s no longer time
for calm.

Somewhere in its silver eye
I can almost hear it speak:
it gusts of truths of yesterday
and unveils ancient things.

Small in its wake
all I can do is look in his face
and listen– –

And realize like he,
we’re in constant motion,
and can be no other than
who and what and when
we’re called to be.