Out of the Storm
Amidst the storm the search resumes
Unabated despite the tumult – wind, hail, rain
Unceasing the struggle, relentless the current
Against mountain waves, steadfast and persevering
In spite of nature, Her barristers rage
Concerning laws, rights and conflicts that chill
Within, the heart seeks tranquil peace
From the soul’s depths, permanent solace and plea
Beneath the façade of apparent calm
Throughout the land, the emptiness is stark
Between mountainous terrains, the soil lies barren
Apart, desolate from neglect, though always close to anguish
Forlorn, worn from weather and labour
Is there no comfort from such toil?
Could the grand vision be,
Or is it but a nice distraction?
Infuse thyself with the obscure truth, that which brings serenity
Embrace the warmth of the eternal rays
Focus, and behold the spark of delight
Stoke embers of joy into flames of thanksgiving
