Published:  May 26th, 2011 09:32 EST
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Storms and Candle Magic
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Storms  Storms There are always storms Lightening flashes Thunder crashes The winds roar They attacks us at our very core Then Of course The rain comes The rain falls all around us Blinds us Soaks us until nothing is left dry It batters all that we hold precious Seemingly relentless to bring about Utter destruction Storms Yes, there are always storms They wash things away Often things we would rather hold on to But as it is meant to be In the end The choice is not ours to make In all of their power All of their destruction One thing is certain All storms end They leave Often as quickly as they appear They move on They leave us Sometimes broken Sometimes shattered Sometimes damaged beyond repair We often are left Standing amongst the rubble Breathless Exhausted And facing many tough decisions We can simply move on Abandon what was once precious Pack up what has been spared And try to find new shelter Often not having any idea where that might be Or we can stop Gather our belongings Dispose of what can`t be repaired Fix what we are able And rebuild on familiar ground In either case In the middle of the night We are faced with but one certainty Storms There will always be Storms Ed Roberts http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/996616--joplin-tornado-death-toll-rises-to-125 http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/25/us/25storm.html http://newsok.com/may3/ten-years-ago Sometimes the greatest storms that we face have nothing to do with the weather http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oklahoma_City_bombing http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks I leave you with a special poem Candle Magic Tonight I light a single candle Upon its smoke I send words I am here You are not alone In the darkness There is someone who cares For you I close my eyes And wait A voice whispers back from the flame Directly to my heart I am here You are not alone In the darkness There is someone who cares For you My soul is once again Healed Ed Roberts
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