Forgiving the Wind

In the face of the storm
we hunker and pray
for calm.

We take each day as it comes.
Even during the harshest winter
we call out to spring

never doubting it will happen.
Even when the cold
remembers our bones,

leaving them brittle and sore
and  our hearts scarred,
hope never dies.

We are born to survive,
no doubt about it.  Here
to beyond, we ascend.

Summer squall or tsunami
we learn early on to praise the sun
and forgive the wind.

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