Through the storm, I walk alone,
Where thunder speaks in trembling tone,
And winds that howl with ghostly might
Tear through the silence of the night.
The sky, a canvas bruised and gray,
Spills sorrowed rain that veils the day.
Yet still I move, though shadows fall—
A quiet heart defies them all.
Lightning carves the clouds in two,
A silver path I follow through.
Each flash, a whisper in the rain,
That even pain does not remain.
The trees may bow, the rivers swell,
And echoes rise from nature’s shell,
But somewhere past the tempest’s cry
A brighter dawn will split the sky.
So let the storm rage overhead,
Let doubt and fear be softly shed—
For every trial I’ve come through
Has built a strength the winds can’t undo.
And when I stand beyond the gale,
With tattered hopes that did not fail,
I’ll know the storm that brought me here
Was not the end—
But made the way clear.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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