End of the Storm

For days we were assaulted By vicious sleet and snow It brought life to a standstill Many were in survival mode Records show, it had been decades Since such fury we had known Just more reason to be complacent And show how careless we had grown Then one morning, an open curtain Revealed bright sunlight and calm wind There, a sigh of relief was instilled The turbulent storm was near it's end To me, it's a perfect metaphor Of our sojourn in life At times we glide on mountaintops Then dark valleys bring pain and strife Often after egressing from a storm We appreciate the sunlight more It can help us align priorities And bring reality to the door Though life is short, it can be sweet If we keep the beacon light in view By His guidance we can emerge Into a day, - with a brighter hue My mind is anchored on the fact Ahead, - is a plateau calm and warm In Heaven, there'll be eternal bliss Truly that will be, the "end of the storm" Colan L Hiatt = 01-25-16 © All Rights Reserved