Zuzanna


RIDERS OF THE STORM

Posted on May 15, 2008


I am like a strong tree
with deep roots and branches
my arms extended
in prayer toward Heaven
have weathered storms before
Survived a few hurricanes
that bombarded my shore.

All those I have loved
Wanted to hang onto me
my branches were strong.
However, I am not feeling
so strong anymore I am tired
with weather worn-wondering
if my roots will hold me straight
in the next storm that comes again.

I need to know that I am not alone
Unprotected, unsheltered from the wind
Please be there as you have promised.
Sometimes I know the winds can be
as the hurricane, force but I do not feel it.

At times, I walk in my strength
Feel wise, almost invincible
there are those blown away times
in all directions holding on for life
determined to survive
this may be one of those times.
While winds so strong bend in its force,
all what it is on their way?

Those winds will splinter and break
under a pressure, under so much sorrow
the noble trees, grounded deep
in the muddy Earth of experience
like cunning birds, or like riders of the storm,
Spreading wings to fly
upon wild currents of adversity
to find a shelter in hopes to survive.

© 2008 Zuzanna Musial

Last edited by Zuzanna on May 15, 2008, 10:25 am


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2 responses to “RIDERS OF THE STORM”

  1. Good Day Francis!

    Thank you so much for your time
    in applying the evaluation.

    Warm Regards,
    Zuzanna

    "Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand"
    – Plato

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