Poems (Rumell)/The storm
THE STORM
Oh the wonderful majesty of clouds in storm!
They roll and charge, as tho some secret form
Is known and fixed by a loftier hand,
To give blessings thro strife, to our fair land!
They roll and charge, as tho some secret form
Is known and fixed by a loftier hand,
To give blessings thro strife, to our fair land!
So it is with us, as beneath our burden of life,
We find our highest selves, working thro strife.
That same awe I feel, at the clouds in storm,
I feel watching a soul take mightier form!
We find our highest selves, working thro strife.
That same awe I feel, at the clouds in storm,
I feel watching a soul take mightier form!
As we reach and strive for the loftier things,
We find the struggle and strife, a storm always brings.
But the soul's peace and joy, that we feel take form
Is the promise of the rainbow, after the storm!
We find the struggle and strife, a storm always brings.
But the soul's peace and joy, that we feel take form
Is the promise of the rainbow, after the storm!