The cup of life

This beautiful silence cannot be ignored
as I stand here
I am alone
in this world that surrounds me
there is no one else
at last, I am at peace
I have reassurance of perfect stillness and harmony

From the ship
a welcome wind hails as I stare into the vastness
and the smell of rain fills my lungs and veins
pure blue sky and the serenity of deep dark waters beneath

frees my spirit...

and now

with a fixed clarity, I am well presented with greatness,
Before me

Look!
Majestic mountains of cloud thrive in the open space of sky
while lightning bolts of silver dance over the timeless, pulsating abyss

approaching us, is this frightening, magnificent squall


Are you afraid?

Soon we shall be deeply and completely drenched
in turmoil and tornadoes
hale and havoc
evasion is no longer an option

The darkened wonder echoes with a deep cry,
announcing its imminence

I am ready
eager and expectant to drink the fullness of this cup

the cup of death and destruction you ask?

No,
the cup of life

Life is always perpetual topic, apparently,This is a good peom,and I am enjoying it.

Very lovely poem and flows easyily. A nice subject and a good way of describing it.
Cat

Thanks for the positive comments!

This is a scene I saw in my head, and just had to describe it. It is when danger, fear and devestation is imminent, but you just have this perfect peace inside you, knowing that all around will be destoyed and burned, but only to allow patches of dark green grass to sprout throughout the blackened field...

I guess it depens on how you look at things. The attitute of your heart towards life.

We can choose to shrink back in the face of a storm, or we can choose to stand in awe of the thunder, lightning and electric atmosphere, even if it is only for the last few minutes of our lives.

We cannot control what is going to happen to us, but we can control how we go through it.