Trials in A Hot Spell
Bolts of Lightning,
In shivering thuds
So tumultuous,
Violently
Shook the roof above—
Ceilings once
so sure and secure,
Now rendered ragged,
powerless and brittle.
your small world
Disturbed;
Darkness seized, and
False Light interrupted.
A Calling
So clear—
For reevaluation;
to break away from
self-afflicting routines,
Yet the mind,
feeble and deprived of
Purpose,
Slacks,
Missing
Old Sins—
Once the rain
Subsides, along will fade
Memories of
this most Intimate
and Loud
Reminder…
But Resist
We must,
Goodness and Love
take Discipline,
We Must refrain,
Hold ourselves
From the perpetual
Hollows.
Write it all down!
So that after
this gentle humidity
recedes,
The Will
Remembers
to Fight,
to Learn,
to Crawl,
and to eventually Walk
Under the boiling Sun.
Standing Upright,
We each create
Testaments of true Heart
and Devotion—
Who shall survive
Past our time
In the blistering trials of
Hot Spells.
Particular Moments 