HAILSTORM
[written for a friend in need]
Hail-storms of hurt-words
Come barreling down;
Warm rays of sunlight
No longer found.
Unexpected and whirling;
Hardened and cold;
Invaded by dark clouds
Angry and bold.
A bruise here, a scar there
Salty rain-tears descend
Lord, strengthen me;
Lead me to the storm’s end.
Life Lately, Quarantine Edition
4 years ago
1 comments:
Gosh, this is powerful.
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