Storming

The first weeks at home was the calm before the storm.
So now, in the storm, I see who I am.
The wind blows,
The thunder shakes the windows,
The rain pours, threatening to wash everything away.


Here I stand.
Right in the middle.
Dark, ominous, clouds surround me.
There seems to be no end in sight.


I close my eyes.
I remember the warmth of the sunshine.
The smell of the spring flowers.
The clear blue sky.


This won't last forever.
This is only for a little while.
Lord,Father,
hold me through this storm.
You are my hope.