Spiritual Retreats for Married Couples

Pride in a Storm


Thunder, rain, roar;
What do I care
Pound and pound again
Damn the ground
Punch the weather
Hit, bang, whoosh, whomp,
I feel secure






My head held high
Like a poppy spurting
Oblivious to pain, to destruction
Unknowing, but knowing
Deep inside
Which is why like the poppy
I prepare a seed to survive
As I thrive
Damning the forces
That thunder outside

(John 1988)