When the Storms Have Passed - Re-Posted

 

A day of peace will come again

When all the storms have past
And I will lay my worries down 
To rest and heal at last.

But until that day I will strive
Within this crazy world
And find what joy there is to have
In passing clouds unfurled,

In water dancing on the shore,
Or mountains cloaked in white
That reflect back the morning sun
In dazzling crystal light.

The day will come when I’ll know peace,
But until then I’ll find
What joy I can between the storms
And my unruly mind.