Stormy Nights
the storm within the dark of my house
tossing on a sea of restless waves… or on a bed of quilted waves.
restless indeed. disturbed. about what? I’m not so sure. Though this storm seemed beyond me – literally. Or maybe deep within me. a storm, a fight for me?
I sit up… clammy, startled, unsettled. My head banging.
with some sips of water, some deep breaths, I like back down. Closing my eyes I remember, I’m not drowning in this stormy night, I’m ok, I’m not in this boat alone.
the window is cracked, the world peeps in, the birds are singing, a gentle breeze rests over me, the sun is rising, my faithful four legged friend’s head resting on the side of the bed looking at me – waiting for me to open my eyes.
the calm after the storm.
is there any greater peace.
resting in that calm, all is well. all shall be well. I am well.
You always look so calm and collected to me.