By Rachel Perry
Storms blowing from all sides,
Winds so strong breath is stolen,
Left gasping for air,
Hanging on to life with a hope,
Emerging Happiness from Despair.
Fierce storms with ancient winds,
Tearing down the land,
Not bike, nor tree, nor house does stand,
People cower, afraid, afraid, afraid
When will it end.
On my bare arms winds beat,
Hair strewn across face and eyes
Whipping like the ancient whips
Which have whipped slaves and
Prisoners for ages and ages and ages.
I love you and accept you storm
Without fear or pain or worry.
I thank you storm for clearing away the
Illusions and ghosts that I have danced with in the night.
I take you storm, whether wrong or right
And know you are mine, you are me, you are all in me.
I take you storm and dance with your wind,
Free me from the ancient night
With your Eternal Gaze of Serenity.
Here, now, and always,
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Divine Creator let me live
In this storm with peace.
Make of me a Divine Storm Chaser then
Make of me an instrument that
Transforms mighty winds of night
Into powerful streams of light.
I’ll stand here, on this broken ground,
With blood and broken homes around,
I’ll stand here smiling with arms outstretched
Free from harm and pain and hex
I’ll stand here a mighty Tree
Giving thanks to the Almighty.