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A weeping storm

Slowly I walk to the ocean cliff, a storm is coming.
My mind is in a weary fog, my heart is breaking.
The clouds are heavy with the sorrows of my heart.
They gather together to form a growing darkness around me,
a dark blanket of gray.
Now standing on the desperate edge of the dropping cliff I look out.
The air is filled with salty sadness and all is darkness before my eyes.
I see a horizon of crashing, rolling waves on the sea, but it makes me sad.
He had once loved to fix his eyes upon the diamonds sparkling in the golden waves on the horizon in wonder.
Even the majestic colors of the dragon swimming leisurely in the white spray does not cure me of my emptiness.
He whom I feel such loss for had once enjoyed the company
of such a beautiful beast.
He whom I have love had often stood here, with me in his tender embrace,
gazing out at the vast emptiness of water before us.
Kissing my bright auburn hair; He held me.
Plucking a sweet red rose for behind my ear; He loved me.
Listening to my every gossiping, troubled secrets; He’d always be there for me.
Joyful, loving and content was He. Why? Why was he taken from this world, from me?
My heart begins to weep as the bell in the town square miles away begins its melancholy cry.
Dong! Dong, It mocks my pain with its noise.
Tears begin to fall down my cheeks. The clouds mimic my sorrow with tears of their own.
Our hearts overflow and together we cry out to the heavens, wailing, mourning for the loss of precious life.
My sad anger flows to the sky and the sky responds, stretching blinding flashes of lightning across the ocean.
Taking every abusing blow with agony the rolling waves reach out to the sky in fury.
I can hide this distress no more!
Crying to the heavens I drop to my knees onto the dark grass at my feet.
The cloud’s tears fall on my face as I shout to the heavens with woe;
He promised to forever be there for me. Now he’s no longer here to love and comfort me.
If He is not there to hold me in his arms I feel I will never love again.
Curse the man that seized His life, depriving me of His companionship!
I deem I shall never find the strength it takes in my soul to forgive this man of his achievement in such an unjust act . God help me.
As I consider ceasing to live due to this deep sorrow, a soft breeze of comfort caresses my face.
It whispers my name and speaks to my hopeless heart, encouraging it to quiet.
The endless, angry tears begin to slow.
Consoling and tender is the wind running fingers through my hair, I recognize the gentle touch.
The tears cease, the clouds calm and they stop the rain from crashing down.
I feel Him, He who loves me. Using this zephyr He is speaking to me, comforting my heart and planting kisses on my hair once again.
No longer enduring the sky’s electrifying blows from the sky, the sea calms.
A ray of sunshine breaks its way passed the clouds, revealing the colorful stream of hope found after the storm.
With my feet dangling over the salty ocean spray I now sit on the propitious edge of a dangling cliff.
There is a quietness in my heart and in the heavens. No longer do we cry out in suffering, for we are content.
The salty breeze assures me, whispering His promise to be there, in my heart. Perhaps someday I will discover that I have the strength to forgive and forget that I have been robbed of a wonderful person.
He would not wish me to live in anger.
So for now I am content to know He’s with me and will give me the
courage to live.
I sit now gazing at the golden sea, contently watching the glorious colors of the dragon in the spray, hanging on a memory.
And I wait until he comes again.
The storm has passed.

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Posted by Hobbitlover on 2008-06-26 16:04:39 | Rating: