Peace is a breeze across a work-worn face
a mothers hand caressing
erasing doubt, 
without a trace.


Oh but seat me in a storm
where wind and lightning race,
in a dark sky of anger, not mourning
to reflect my soul
bring to me the tempests rage
swath me in its pain,
lest I should forget my own,
the thunder might revive me.
hammer upon me with you rain,
let it turn to hail
beating out in its great rage
life's purposeless vail
wash away my pomp and splendor
strip bare of all but truth
cast away the vanities,
which serve only to sooth.
let me find no hidden shelter,
no safety from this storm,
rip and tear me-
forsaking nothing
break me in
and leave me, bleeding
make farce all this life's offerings
in an instants lightning strike.
Burn me down,
to serve as warning,
those who forsake truth will die.
bring the full force of your wrath,
I shall not weather such a storm
but to give in, 
to surrender,
be destroyed and be reborn.
to embrace it
to become it
Power, Glory, Wrath, and Fear.
to gain all and in that instant
to lose it