In the Storm

As I sit here listening to the rain fall, my pulse races and muscles tense in the memories of yesterday. The moments of laughter, touch, longing passion untouched by any other. The smell of his skin. The sound of his heart beating. The touch... the touch that makes my soul melt into oblivion. Still ... even now as the thunder trembles my being... I ache and wait.

Wait for the sorrow to end. Wait for the joy to rise once again. Wait... patiently... for the guide of the Soothing Father's hand. Nothing has happened with out purpose or cause it is just that I am still lost in the emotions of it all. Is it wrong?

No, most certainly not. If my emotions were not involved, for me at least, it would betray the truth of my heart and harden what must be pliable. So, what do I do? What do I say? Do I cry and yell in the midst of the pain? Do I stand tall, shoulders back and take on another day? Who ever said it had to be one or the other? I'll do both. I'll cry and yell as my heart needs to decompress; then I'll laugh and dance as I am once again filled with the joy of the Creator's hand.

It's never easy to go against the "natural" flow of societies current but I am not about to drown in the rapids of collective faithlessness. My body will strengthen in each forceful stroke. My heart grows stronger in endurance as I continue in faith and belief in the only One who knows where it all began and where it is to go. So keep falling rain and thunder storms roar ... I am still going forward regardless of the storm. I will not be lost.