Whole.

With each rise of the sun, each comfort of the moon, the heart feels safe once again.
A wholeness that for long had not dwelled.
It remembers the lightning that threatened to overwhelm,
the monsoon that blurred it’s vision,
and the storm that made it tremble.
It’s vessel now full, bursts with a glorified hum,
For the searing lightning, the melancholic monsoon and thundering storm no longer claimed a hold.