Though we may not like the thunder
and lightning may scar the tree,
it is oft times the storm
brings the rain that feeds us.

The world around us sometimes roars
and we feel the searing flash,
but faith is formed and forged
and all of earth shall pass.

Branches break, torn from trees,
and the path is littered and strewn,
but in the aftermath of loss
hope that is true is known.

Though fear may flinch and flee
from the wind’s furious fling,
not all is ever lost
for love endures all things.

Though we may not like the thunder
and lightning may scar the tree,
it is oft times the storm
brings the rain that feeds us.

H. Arnett
4/23/10