ENRAPTURED

Enraptured by the voice of thunder, I turn to face the seductive form of the storm. Staring into the spinning chaos that calls to me, I see the truth that is. In blinding flashes of blue light I find all the answers to the questions I bravely ask. The greatest of blessing this truly is. The stinging wind breaks open my soul for all to see. Freedom and openness are the gifts of this raging tempest. Together, the clouds and I, weep over the past and wash clean the filth that clings to our souls. Emotions, like breeze captured leaves, dance around me expressing and releasing. This is the passion I seek. Gathered by the wind and rain I turn to see the promised bow grace the heavens. All that is and was and will be, I question, knowing that wisdom is lingering in the mist and rain and light. So all that is left is the waiting and the changing. And as the lighting strikes, the answers come and enlightenment is mine.