Unrelenting Storms Upon Our Shores

And still the waves come,
surging life and conspirators run to ground,
aloof, ambivalent airs in stoic stance,
beating hearts and fears resound,
to let us know we are alive,
contrive to navigate the ragged planes
of earthy plights, tonight in silence bares
respite but not restored.
As life and time allied in purpose,
run the gauntlet, disperse
the warriors from the nave, to glean
survivors from tirades of living hell,
unleashed in parallel on earth and heaven,
and as the enemies arrive,
the stoic stand to fight
and honor their names in earthy pride.
We can but be of courage,
to bare the hell that offers life to flourish,
if only to resist the angered thoughts that astray do lead us,
in revenge of all that impedes us,
all that implores us off our given paths,
to know the pain of failure,
the sting of loss that loses hope in hearts,
and leaves us stagnant and apart.
Tis we who must change,
for the waves are relentless,
the storms upon our shores, endless,
and stand we must to face them, one and all,
for kindness to ourselves is rare,
but a saving grace that in our care,
can transform all we see,
finding good in everything, our future sure to be.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Your last stanza says it all – to face life with our best and find “good in everything”. Well done, Tony. I love it.
Pleased, it has a strong message of perception. Glad you enjoyed Phyllis.