Flood

Burning orange blaze,
Cascading like a torrent
Through the sky.
My eyes can now
Receive its passion.

Little yellow lily,
Face lifted radiantly,
Blushing in the glow.
My heart at last
Absorbs its glory.

Stabbing pain of loss,
Piercing like a dart
Through my wounded soul,
My sobs forming within
Cannot be silenced.

Fears once held at bay,
Bubble forth beyond
Their well-kept banks.
My once forceful strength
No longer bears its weight.

Precious friendship arms,
Open wide with love
In my brokenness,
My rigidity now can relax
Into their embrace.