My life is like a hurricane
And leaves of moments fly
On roaring winds to settle
Where streams of peace run dry.
Dirt cracks, and waves of heat
Rise 'round scattered ash.
The pieces of debris compound
Where towers of courage crash.
In little ways the hurricane
Devastates--and slowly.
I am ashamed of weakness,
But through the dust you show me:
You're picking up the pieces.
Your love comes in caresses.
You say that when you look at me,
You do not see my messes.
postscript
So much is out of my control. So much is piling up. But I'm trying not to be afraid.