The Blessed Hurricane

by Trish Cozart

See something shiny on the track?
Maybe it will remove the pain
Bend down and pick it up
Only to meet a passing train

Work and sweat to clear the ground
A fresh start to make things grow
Build something beautiful
And watch it fall with just one blow

Climbing far into the mind
Trying to govern what I suppress
Let it out and lose control
And find perfection is a mess

Where’s the truth in the pain?
Where’s the rose in the hurricane?
Where’s God in the mix?
It’s not something I can fix.

Take it from me – take it now
Release the cuffs and chain
Lift the weight from my back
And should I try again…

Don’t linger long to knock me down
Don’t’ hold the rain from falling
Don’t wait to show me my own toil
Answers not your calling.

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