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But After…

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As the storms rage,
Dark clouds block the sun.
Lightning and thunder
spill their fury
With beastly intensity.
Cyclones circulate,
Spreading debris
With forceful ease.
Torrential downpours
Threaten solidarity.

I cannot hear
I cannot see clearly
I have to hide
I grow frightened and weary

The storm passes.
Sun’s healing light
Befalls the fallen.
The earth swallows
Torrent remains.
A peaceful calm surrounds.
Threatening gales fade
Into gentle breezes.
Debris settles,
And recovery begins.

I can hear
I can see clearly
I needn’t hide
The world isn’t quite so scary

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

Image: https://andoreza.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Out-of-the-storm-into-the-yellow-sunrise.jpg?165a18

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I see God…

In a sunset, fiery red and orange,

Or the perfection of a child newly born.

In the colorful array of a peacocks’ plumes,

Or the simplistic beauty of wild daisies in bloom.

In the delicate dance of the butterfly,

Or the majestic eagle ascending a deep cobalt sky.

I see God…

 

In the laughter-induced smiles of children at play,

Or the fresh smell of newly fallen rain.

In a rose’s velvet touch and perfumed scent,

Or the compassion and kindness of a loving friend.

In the cool flowing waters that tail winters’ frost,

Or the gift of hope when once all was lost.

I see God…

 

In the autumn leaves blanketing the hillsides,

Or the tearful hellos after long good-byes.

In the serendipitous moment of epiphany,

Or loves’ role in the quickening heartbeat.

In the cool breeze upon a contemplative face,

Or the expansive glory of outer space.

I see God…

 

In a rainbow’s appearance after a storm,

Or strength gained from trials overcome.

In the melodic hymns sung by the birds,

Or the gathering together of gifted words.

In the mountain silhouettes accompanying dawn or setting sun,

Or the flowering cactus among the dry beige and barren.

I see God…

 

I could fill endless pages with the beauty that is He,

Amidst antagonistic scribed evidence of dark negativity.

Pain and fear are played like anthems in this world,

The lines of good and evil get blurred.

Accepting the blindfolds offered by darkness,

Keeps us from the amazing; joy and renewal are missed.

If we seek, on purpose, the inspiring wonder,

Evidence of God’s goodness will be discovered.

 

©E.D. Allee

January, 2014

 

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