Stormy Days - Sonnet XIV

Sometimes the stormy day befalls us all,
Our ship it crashes on the buried reef,
Gray skies with cluttered clouds beleaguered grief,
Surrounding us with such an anguished pall,
We feel as every step may bring our fall,
And we the barren tree with one more leaf,
It soon will blow away with wind the thief,
As we can only hope that God will call,
But memory reminds us of the sun,
Behind the clouds and soaring as the dove,
It has been waiting vibrant all the while,
To break on through a radiant river run,
To fill our hearts with His eternal love,
And warm our soul again and bring our smile.

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 20, 2011