The Calm Beyond My Storms

Some words I'd penned five years ago and so relevant as of March 3rd

Sometimes, with a page turn there’s a glimpse of things that matter,
     a ray of light comes piercing through my walls.
As the moments turn to years, I see the gifts I took for granted,
      like your love for me, the calm between my storms.

I’ve always got my reasons, I’m so quick to bare my scars.
     My days are filled with matter, yours with ether from the stars.
The waves of human failures keep me anchored to the past
     as you follow streams of kindness to your sea, 
     as you follow streams of kindness to your peace

Sometimes this trip we-call-a-lifetime waves its banners,
     while others claim a tear from hazel eyes.
So many days I’ve wasted as I scale upon the worries
     of this place and time that you can see beyond.

My laws of human nature and of gravity and fire
     don’t bind the realm of spirit to my spire.
But your patience and your gentle soul 
     I thank God for each day
As you guide me through the calms between my storms
     As you love me to the calm beyond my storms