Edge of the Storm
At the edge of the storm
There’s a portal, a way
To cross and be re-born,
Drenched if you choose to stay
Sunlight presses the dark
Darkness fades into light
Weeping clouds leave their mark
As the threshold burns bright
At the edge of the storm
There’s a portal, a way
The horizon brings word
Anticipation grows
Thunder rumbles the herd
Lightning bolt steals the show
Riders of the storm toil
Prairie grasses bend low
Wind disturbs ancient soil
Rain feeds parched earth below
At the edge of the storm
There’s a portal, a way
Never lasts evermore
Grows like fire and brimstone,
This too shall pass the door
At the edge of the storm
Fallen angel drifting
Phoenix rises above
Hands shake, ever sifting
Through the embers of love
At the edge of the storm
There’s a portal, a way
~Cindy Zampa~