The Sun and the StormA Poem by The Lyricist's PoetThis one is for everyone that understands the duality of existence inherent in human nature.She came like thunder And/or She came in like thunder To my life. Sweet like honey Her love did overflow, But in like thunder. Brash. Loud. Sometimes frightening, But not unexpected. She was the warning Of the impending storm; Very much beyond the calm, She was the storm. Violent, Flashy, Wet, Necessary. Her existance was proof of a greater design, And in my mind I find I loved the storm. Loved. Or love? And just as sure as the sun rises and sets The storm will return And she will be there. Neither the calm nor the storm, She will be the clearing. She will be the sun. She is the sun now, But the clouds of her storm Hinder my view. Uninvited, but not unanticipated. Inconsistent, but uninterrupted. She was reliable in her randomness. Oh, the beauty in the rain! The sun And the bow. Never mine to have Only to behold. How do you catch a storm? How do you catch the sun? As futile as it is The chase continues, Catching glimmers of hope In measures of predictability. The God from whom all gifts descend Be praised For He alone has created The sun And The storm. © 2008 The Lyricist's PoetFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on February 28, 2008 Last Updated on March 10, 2008 AuthorThe Lyricist's PoetTallahassee, FLAboutI'm a 28 year old male with several interest, including writing and music. more..Writing
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