Day Break
Though the waters
Thereof roar
And be troubled
And there are
Rain droplets
The size of quarters
The eagles soar
And the beauty of the
Sky is doubled.
Though the mountains
Shake with the
swelling therof, She stands
In the midst of it all
With her head
Held high
And her hands
Pointed towards
The majestic sky.
The sea roars.
Its loud cries
Drown out the
Sound of the
Rain pours.
She intently
Listens to the
Mountain's sighs
As the great forces
Of the earth
Clash and fight
In a war
That seemsto
Never end.
She stands
Upright
And doesn't
Lose sight
Of the amazing hues
Of the celestial
Orange, pinks,
And blues.
For a
Shear veil hides
The figure in a
Protective covering.
Strength and honor
Are her clothing.
Wisdom overflows
From her head
To her toes.
As if drawn
By an imaginary
Attraction,
The fingers of darkness
Reach its tendril-like
Fingers towards the
Soft-buttery light.
A mysterious,
Black covering slowly
Covers the foundation
Of the earth.
Night succeeds,
Overcoming the light.
Yet, she stands.
Her posture
Is straight and
Unwavering
As a pole
Surrounded in light
After night has fallen.
She waits.
And waits.
Until the day breaks,
And the shadows
Flee away.
Until the shivers of
The mountains cease.
Until the sea has lost
Its anger
And the rain
Becomes a
Beautiful musical array
Of B flats,
A's and G's
Until the war ends.
Destined to hold out
Until the sound
Of the lark
Signals the waking
Of light
Once again,
Holding courage,
Strength,
And determination
In her hands.
It all sits
In the palms
Of her rough,
Calloused hands,
Pointing towards
The sky.
The power of healing,
Compassion, understanding,
The ability to be,
To do.
It was all ther...
With a single touch
Achild can be healed
And released
From the storm.
With a single solution,
A man can end
His suffering,
Erase the roar
Of the sea,
The shivering
Of the mountains.
With theses gifts,
She could perform
Her destined job...
The job that could
Change her life...
And those around her...