Peonies in the Rain

My soul awakes in early dawn.
Angry storms bursting all around.

Whipping, blowing,

Shouting from within.

They scream and writhe,
Determined on their track.
They cut a path outside my window ...
Or are they in the hollows of my mind?
I emerge into full awareness.
Everywhere.
They are everywhere.
Inside and out.
Though the rage seems relentless,
No storm exists forever.
Be it in the clouds
Or deep within my soul;
There will come a point of stillness.
The heavens will find their quiet place.
My soul will know its rest.
As I step forth into the sun,

Assuredly I move with bated breath,

Knowing what is waiting there for me...
Yes, I will step into the Son ...
Where my heart is captured once again

 By Peonies ...

Peonies in the Rain.

"He restores my soul."
Psalm 23:3