It strikes without warning savage and primeval -- the menacing obscurity, the turbulent obsession, the rubble of confusion leaving bays of impasse in the aftermath of fallen trees.
It overwhelms, it devastates, rising in a crescendo of moods. It scatters broken dreams, lost in the search for belonging.
Is there a way out of darkness? The cadence of the soul seeks a surface of calm renewal, freed from captivity.
It sweeps away the broken pieces, clearing the sky of clouds, expanding the colors of returning peace.