Faith Rises

 

Stormy days . . .

There have been many.

I hunger for the sun,

Yet see only clouds.

I seek rest,

Yet the whistling of the wind

And drumbeats of the rain

Form an angry orchestra against my window

And become all I hear

Until . . .

I find strength to rise

And hear the sweet sound

Of birds singing in the storm!

Loud and clear,

Sweet and triumphant!

If such tiny birds can still find

a song in their hearts to share,

then so can I!

by Martha L Shaw – © 6-30-2013