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How do you hold the whirlwind in your arms?

How best to court the tempest?

Lightning flashes in his eye,

Displeasure brings the maelstrom

Once he held me safe within

Laughing at the tumult

No longer sheltered in his love

Joy  is torn from me


Resolute I face the gale

And shout my love to the maelstrom

Thunder ceases, the winds fall still

Deep silence

Hands reach out and touch my face

Rain mixes with my tears

Murmuring his sorrow he weeps in my arms

In the calm we mourn love’s passing

–Brigit  September 2009


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