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December 2nd – 8th, 2024

t. There Will Be Storms

There will be storms.
Would you rather
it not be so?
How, then,
would you grow?

There will be storms.
What of it?
Would you rather not
stretch your wings
and soar?

There will be storms.
There is so much
for you to learn,
how else can I
teach you? ›

There will be storms.
The tides of life
are too rich
to let go
unnoticed.

There will be storms.
Are you afraid?
Don’t be,
my precious child,
my adored offspring,
my babe upon my breast.
You can trust me,
I will never
let go of you.

For there is so much
you haven’t yet seen,
so much of which
you are not yet aware,

so much beauty
you haven’t yet known,
so much freedom
you haven’t yet
exalted in,
so much affection
you haven’t yet felt —
but you will,
my darling,
you will.

There will be storms,
and they will change you.
Be glad, my darling child,
and rejoice.
Would you want
to stay the same
forever?

This Weekly Study-text is one of a cycle of forty-one poems which comprise the book Messages From The Eternal: a book of poetry by d. g. watts © 2021

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