The Storm
On a rough and rocky shore,
Standing barefoot by the sea;
She listens to the water
Crash against her memory.
Longing for his arms again,
Safe from harm in bitter cold;
She is hoping that the wind
Won't confirm the stories told.
Desperate prayers are always heard
In a raging winter storm.
And his tears will blend with hers,
When they both are free and warm.
She will go to him she swears,
If he can't come back to her.
Together meant forever;
Lifeless in the things that were.
All her thoughts are filled with grief.
All her dreams have disappeared.
Reaching hopelessly for love,
In the mist of what is feared.
Waves are crashing on the rocks.
Wind is blowing through her hair.
As she hears the voice of God,
Come in answer to her prayer.
"THERE IS NOTHING GAINED IN DEATH."
"HE IS GONE BUT YOU MUST STAY."
She turns from the lonely shore.
But, the storm sweeps her away.
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