Through The Storm

Thunder rumbles through the hills,
Lighting cracks,
Rain lashes the ground,
The sea claws the stony beach,
Wild,
All as it should be,
Alive,
True.

It is a cleansing,
The soul yearns,
Reaches out,
The gods bestow.

In the wildest storm,
In the most sublime sunny day,
Lives the truth,
Here,
We find
Who we are.

And,
To my father I say,
I forgive you,
I thank you,
I love you
With all my heart.