The Hurricane

The rainy seasons will come
harsh and furious
and sometimes the hail
will beat upon your house
relentless
causing cracks in the windows
that’s how the water gets in
and the tides will turn
and waters will turn
and they will rise
leaving destruction in their wake

sometimes your body will be battered and broken
and you will bleed blood, red, purple
under a blood red sky
and water too
will come pouring
from your eyes
as if its a conspiracy
Even your body
can’t escape the rains
can’t escape the floods

the waterfall
cascading down your face
the waters will fall
down your face
as you watch the waters
washing the life you new away
washing away the life you knew
erasing your street

this is shock my friend
this is shock
your new friend
this is grief my friend
this is grief
your new friend

And you have come out
to survey the damage
as the earthquake begins
And you feel alone
on your street
and right now
you are alone on your street
and shake your fists at the sky

but you do not retreat
to your safe places
to all your hiding places
because all your sacred places
have been destroyed
and you’ve died a thousand deaths
and you wonder if you’ll survive
yet one more

as the world shakes around you
you are shook from within
and you are alone
on your street
and this is grief my friend
and this is grief
your new friend

the storms rage violently around you
the world rages violently around you
and you are raging violently from within
Let your rage out of its cage
because if you don’t
she will eat you alive
this wounded animal
She has a strong instinct,
a taste for survival
Feed her just enough
to be your catalyst to get moving
to vacate, to leave, to seek higher ground
to do whatever safety requires of you

But keep her on enough of a leash
that she doesn’t destroy
others in her path
or swallow them whole
speak gently to your tiger
because your tiger wants to be tamed
pet her and soothe her
because the seasons change my friend

and a gentle season will come
and she will not be scared forever
and a gentle season will come
and she will not be scared forever
and she will settle,
and she will sleep, peaceful
because she is no longer wounded
she is tamed; she is free

The gentle season will come
The gentle season has come
and sister wisdom will visit
with stories to tell
of perspective
and you will have become a wizened woman

The rains will cease
because the gentle season has come
the sun will come out again
and the sun did come out again
because the sun always comes out again

and the sun will light your path
and new neighbors will come
from places near and far
to walk beside you
putting new faces to love
putting new hands and feet to love
putting new words to love
and taking new actions
for the sake of love
we will all share the stories
of how our houses were destroyed
and we will weep together
and we will feel held together
because we will hold each other together
and we will feel safe together
because we are safe together
we are saving each other

and our houses will be rebuilt by love
and the destruction done
will now be undone by love
because love is bigger than destruction
and we will be undone by love
so that we can be redone by love
and we will be rebuilt by love
and our houses will be rebuilt by love
and our new homes will be more spacious
than they’ve ever been before
and we will be more spacious
than we’ve ever been before

And next time there’s a storm
we will offer our houses
to wanderers, nomads, and strangers
as refuge, as safe space, from the gathering storms
and we will put on the kettle
and we will wrap our guests in blankets
and we will offer table fellowship

and we will tell a story
about that time we survived a hurricane
(this is not our first hurricane)
and we will tell the story
this is the house that love built 

This is the house that love built 

About how we salvaged what survived
about how the new foundation is stronger
about how broken parts were mended
and new windows have been reinforced
about how our new house is stronger
than it’s ever been before

One thought on “The Hurricane

  1. After only a first reading of The Hurricane, I just have to let you know that (once again) I am blown away (no pun intended) by your ability to weave the human emotional experience, with deep metaphor, with love. Your lyrical, iterative style is at once simple and complex. I feel like a guest wrapped in a blanket experiencing connectedness as I contemplate the many messages contained herein. I will study this more tomorrow. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece. BTW…I bigtime owe you a promised response to Layer Cake. Life got in the way, but it is forthcoming.

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