Serenity, oneness of
being; placid oceans
of blue solitude.
Awakening intruder of
disruption, dilemma, dismay.
STORMS slashing fury,
drenched from within.
For, alike STORMS of
nature; so too there be
STORMS from within –
creation we be. Strength
sapped, a Goliath it be…
uncertainty. Samaritans
aplenty there be, helping
hands a comfort undoubtedly.
By words and actions,
by grace and compassion;
may the blossoming petals
of hope and recovery be
the red rose extended to thee.

©️PSA 22/3/21.

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