The True Mystery
I have watched the coming of the storms.
Have weathered them bravely and cautiously.
I have still fallen under the weight of the
rain,
but I have stood again.
The clamor of the clouds and the light
in the sky
has brought a protective hand above my eyes,
but still my eyes remain open.
It is as in life, rain must fall and
lightning must strike.
Ironically, life emerges again.
We may be victims, we may be witnesses
and this fact is the true mystery of life
and death.
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