After The Storm.
- Sam John
- Oct 1, 2024
- 1 min read
After The Storm.
I was alone.
In the darkness.
Afraid and reminded of the past.
Caught in-between the beauty and chaos of nature.
Our self-imposed reckoning.
It was tremendous. And terrifying.
Powerless for 60 hours.
Such a blessing.
See you again. A curse. A cure. A lesson learned.
Stripped bare. Nothing left to love. Nothing left to lose.
You were there.
My Savior. My God. My King.
I cower in reverence and praise.
I am not afraid.
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