Storm clouds
Loom overhead
Rain and wind scream loudly
But I’m safe inside my wood box,
Matthew.
Storm clouds
Loom overhead
Rain and wind scream loudly
But I’m safe inside my wood box,
Matthew.
Life has a certain
rhythm
An ebb and flow to
it all.
Just quiet down and
listen
You will surely hear
the call.
Between the passing
ripples
Upon the cresting
barrage
Above the noisy
racket
Beneath the quiet
facade.
There you will find life
waiting.
Waiting to be lived…
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