The Rose in the Storm

A storm came upon us one night,

Without a warning, no word in advance,

We caught ourselves fearful, in that moment,

To be found in this grave circumstance.

The hail rained down on our homestead,

as if bullets coming down from the sky,

And it entered our minds, in that moment,

that tonight we could very well die.

So we ran and hid in our shelter,

Fearing survival to be all but in vain,

For it entered our minds, in that moment,

it would all be destroyed by this rain.

At dawn, we saw what we called home,

like our hopes, torn down in the night.

But then we happened to see, in that moment,

A most wondrous and beautiful sight.

It was a single and still standing rose,

untouched as if it were just new,

as if to tell us, in that moment,

"There is a new day waiting for you."

So when I find myself full of sorrow,

Feeling beaten, bruised, and worn,

I stop and remember that moment,

Of the rose that withstood the storm.

Author's Note

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