The Coming Storm (a poem)

A heavy storm is brewing,
out on horizon’s line.
Panic sets as we worry how,
to prepare ourselves in time.  

But have no fear my friends,
the end it is not nigh.
Although the tide is changing,
and rearranging lives.  

For struggle, like the waves,
while crashing all the more
Leaves gifts of greater beauty there,
washed up on the shore.  

Many souls stand with us now,
who, having seen our pain,
gather strength for battle here,
amidst the wind and rain.  

So we stand our flag held high,
its colors bright and warm.
Locking arms with allies there,
as we come to face the storm.  

~ elr

Read my follow-up poem: Amidst the Storm  