By David Smith
This storm of emotions
washes me clean
till I sparkle with the promise of a sunrise.
The water’s edge at peace in pure light,
till the wind comes and carries me away.
Promises, promises, promises.
Life holds so many.
How many sunrises are you willing to see
knowing they are not limitless?
Are you willing to open your eyes to the ugly
in order to see wonder?
Do you see the beauty in terror,
and in beauty, the terror of losing it?
Are you willing to share a love that is fluid;
that ebbs and flows, awe inspiring
and sometimes roiling and achy?
We own all of our promises.
Look for the sunrise and be cleansed.
Fulfill yourself, and have faith.
For in faith, there is truth and life.