Going Through It

The weights press us

to the bench

but the weights we lift

only make us stronger

and after

as the lighting flashes

our house goes black

but the black

only makes the light easier to see

and later

as the rain drums against the safety of our home

and the storm threatens our sleep

we find that we need the time awake

to pray for the revival of our souls

and in the damp of morning

the wind still argues against the windows

tossing our boat back and forth

but a spirit wind freshens

moving us forward on the surface of the sea

despite the weather