Somewhere in the distance I see the sun’s glow.
Longingly, I travel to where light seems to grow.
Stretching myself, hunger grows.
Suddenly opposing forces turn the light low.
Driven that way, I continue to row.
Shades of gray cover the scene.
Even so, a sterling gleam?
Bolt of lightning and crack of thunder…should I steer clear?
Pouring rain, no exit so it’s too late.
Why this thought, “I should be other than where I am?”
Was that God laughing because I made another plan?
The source I seek so easily hidden with a wave of His hand.
Listening to my heart beating through the tumultuous throes.
I feel warmth from my head to my toes.
That radiating from within is Love that grows.
That burns spots of blue in the gray.
That burns so hot it lends heat to the sun.
That only was realized because it was being grew.
And only because this storm did brew.