Learning to Dance

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...its about learning to dance in the rain"

Sunny days come and go

the birds will sing, the wind won't blow

happiness spreads from head to toe

but afar off, a storm is coming

You cannot see, for it's not in sight

soon will come darkness and no more light

you're still singing, full of delight

but not so far off, a storm is coming

Slowly the atmosphere begins to shift

nebulous clouds bring in their dark, chilling gift

you still sit daydreaming, letting your mind drift

but now the storm is coming

Without warning, all your dreams are shattered

those dark, threatening clouds errupted, leaving your feelings of security scattered

you try and find cover as its forces make you feel weak and battered

the storm is here

With no where to go, you stand in it's eye

feeling it's end is anywhere but nigh

you wish you could disappear, be swallowed up and die

for the storm is only starting

Your dreams have turned to nightmares, your joy has turned to pain

from all this horror, what are you suppose to learn or gain?

the beating presses on and you feel you'll go insane

but still the storm keeps raging

All at once as if in a trance

you throw back your head and begin to dance

nothing can stop you, not your drenched shirt or pants

and the storm is no where near stopping

You no longer fight what's come to be

you skip down the road, around every tree

a prisoner no more, you're happy and free

slowly, the storm begins lifting~

It Will

"if it's meant to be, it will be"

she looks out the window at the beauty beyond the glass

so much to take in and to wonder what will last

the rain will come, each drop a part of it's rhythmic song

the leaf will fall, leaving its mother tree and her comforting throng

lightning will strike, followed close by his rumbling brother

snow will fall, leaving the most pure white cover

the long fuzzy caterpillar will build his own cocoon

to emerge light and breath-taking by Tuesday afternoon

as she sees this all around her, she realizes how beautiful life is

every flower and snowflake is a creation of His

sometimes she feels lost, surrounded by so much noise

but all she has to do is listen for His voice

just as the lightning will strike and the rain will fall

if she trusts in Him, everything will fit into place and she will have it all