Gratitude within the Storm
Within the shadowed valleys the place the winds do scream,
The place the load of sorrow bends the dream,
I discover a whisper, mushy but true,
A voice that calls me to resume.
Gratitude, it hums, a mild flame,
To not erase the injuries or disgrace,
However to illumine paths unseen,
To weave the chaos into serene.
For the way can darkness declare its reign,
When inside my coronary heart, a spark stays?
The bread of battle, bitter to style,
Holds seeds of knowledge, time gained’t waste.
I thank the ache, the infinite struggle,
For educating me to carry on tight.
I thank the tears, the rivers large,
For they’ve carved me deep inside.
The tempests roar, the skies could weep,
But gratitude’s roots run sturdy and steep.
In each trial, a present is sown,
A power unknown, a coronary heart full-grown.
For thankfulness will not be denial,
Nor a masks to cover the trial.
It’s braveness solid within the hottest hearth,
A hymn that lifts the spirit greater.
So right here I stand, although bruised, alive,
With gratitude, I be taught to thrive.
By means of each storm, by means of each fall,
I discover the blessings in all of it.
For within the cracks, the sunshine does seep,
In brokenness, the soul runs deep.
Gratitude, my steadfast information,
By means of each tide, my coronary heart confides.
So let the winds rage, let the thunder roll,
Gratitude anchors, makes me entire.
In each problem, I now see,
An opportunity to develop, to easily be.
