Saturday, June 6, 2015

Searching for the Silver Lining

The minutes have turned to hours…
days slowly stretch into weeks—
a storm rolled in and took you down
            for a moment, thought you drowned
…still you stood upon storm’s retreat.

Helpless, we watched the skies darken.
Unknowing, observed the clouds swarm.
Without any warning
            the red haze was forming
too quickly to steer from its harm.

How long till the lightening passes,
to assess all the damage that’s done?
Through the wind and the rain
            and the endless pain
we chase the elusive sun.

And I search for the “silver lining”
some sign we’ll return to the norm—
as we wait a bit longer
            while you grow stronger…

          I still cannot see past this storm.

©  Ginny Brannan 2015


  1. After days of storms, and my parents basement flooding - I was happy to see the end of the storms. Of course this works as metaphor as well, and waiting on them to regain strength makes me think this is more metaphor for someone that is ill.

  2. I hope your husband a speedy recovery

  3. Wonderful - remember, you'll get through this, you just don't know how right now.

  4. Oh I know the storm too well. Sending prayers of healing, strength, and grace in the hurricane.


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