Storm-struck

 A slight shimmer spreads

 across the pond. The sun casts

a gentle, golden

light. The only storm that struck

came entirely

 from within. May I  learn to

stand strong and gentle.

May I hold the doors of my

   heart open and with

 each hesitant breath, invite

the winds of truth to blow through.

                                                                                           JDG

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