Refined Gold

Sometimes the sky is blanketed in angry storm clouds

While on other days the sun shines so brightly it is transformative

And I will never know exactly which one I will see when I wake.

It is the beauty and the adversity of life to expect uncertainty

In an experience so full of gradients of richness and hardship.

Dear soul, I am learning to bask in the gold of sunshine days

Breathing in the oxygen of peace when it decides to offer grace

Knowing that upheaval is just a part of what being human means

As we do our best, always, to weather the barrage of unknowns.

I am learning that the calm before the next storm can sustain me

Through the heartaches and the worries not yet visible on the horizon

Like a hidden reserve of fuel I never realized I needed in my dire hours

When all I can do is hold on, hold on, hold on, until the storm breaks.

My heart is grateful for the awe-inspiring wonder of light-filled days

When flowers settle into the confidence of blooming after the cold

And when, in the midst of the exhaustion that healing generates,

I find myself soaking in sunshine as adversity transforms into gold.