STORM SONG by Cheryl Anne

I live in a region of the United States which is prone to rather intense storms in the spring and summer...

Some of the storms can be very frightening due to the potential for tornadoes. Most of the time I "duck and cover" like everyone else, but sometimes I feel a gentle presence deep in the seeming ferocity of the elements, and against all logic, I feel safe and held in that presence; the Essential Benevolence of Life. This little song rose up in me as I purposely (perhaps foolishly) braved those powerful elements in the midst of an early summer storm. I could not resist the beauty of the invitation, and so I opened my arms, lifted my face to the rain, and sang.

Storm Song

by Cheryl Anne

Maybe it’s a storm
Will take me away
Just as today
I seek no shelter

The storm itself
Is my shelter
Making no room
For sorrow or fear

The birds, they scurry
As my worry
Flees at the rumbling
That I hear

And there is nothing
Frightening in the lightning
Just the flash of passion
That says You’re near.

Cheryl Anne: As a very young girl, I discovered the magic of turning my observations and swirling thoughts and feelings into poems and songs. The love of language; spoken, sung, and written, and also the silent language of presence, has remained through all life's twists and turns. I am a lover and celebrant of the elements and seasons of the Heart and Soul, of Earth and Spirit; finding All Life to be sacred. I deeply enjoy the privilege of sharing my life with three beloved children and a few more than three beloved friends. Presently I work in the field of in-home elder care and companioning. My greatest joy is found in being with those I so dearly love, and in the embrace and beauty of Nature.

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