A Weather Forecast

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Those days will come –

and then they’ll go,

with notable precision;

The rain will fall,

the wind will blow,

destroy what you envision.

But soon the sky

will tire of tears,

her raindrops’ stores depleted;

the sun will glow

with cheer once more,

and gloom will be defeated.

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Without, Within

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Without, white-out,

a wicked whirling dervish;

within, a grin,

a peaceful end to skirmish.

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“My peace I give to you…”

Your Lullaby

Don’t stoop so low, my little friend,

This stormy season has an end

Though now you feel the rain will stay

Forever, there will come a day

When Sun’s warm rays will kiss your back,

Infuse in you the strength you lack,

So stand back up with head held high –

Endurance is your lullaby.

The Storms of Life

The storms of life have had their way,

The years have turned her dark to gray,

And robbed her of her partner, too –

The scars are where her feet walked through

The toughest rock-infested climbs,

The places where the toughest times

Have tried to conquer inner peace.

Doctor’s bills, death’s release,

Betrayals multiplied by four,

Troubles knocking on heart’s door.

Beneath the gray exterior

Lies a heart superior,

Tested by a difficult life,

Tempered by abundant strife;

She will live to see the day

When others lead her by the way,

Lives whose hearts by hers were touched

In sundry ways, by her deep love.