Within a Storm
English Sonnet
'tis not a calm bright day that tests our grit
nor guarded safe repose within our lair.
No test is it to keep a candle lit
when winds are calm and placid skies are fair.
Within the tossing tumult of a storm,
no way to steer and know where we are bound -
where all around a snarling evil swarms;
it's there our own true inner peace is found.
So many of our demons we invent;
they circle waiting for our faith to fail.
We have within the spirit to prevent,
so even in our death we will prevail.
There, in the midst of all, we are set free
to want, to love, to strive, or just to be.
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