Storm-Troubled Sphere

 

 

 

 

"No coward soul is mine,

No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:

I see heaven's glories shine,

And faith shines equal, arming me from fear."

 

Emily Bronte

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If there is a crisis, I can be spot on.  I can use the adrenaline rush to pick up pieces and build support.  On the other hand, if I am in personal crisis, I can pretty much freeze in place.  There is no adrenaline to be rushing anywhere.  My system seems to just shut down.

 

The world's storm troubled sphere has blown me in every direction and I have been a strong wayfarer.   When all is said and done,  is when my trembling begins.  It is only when the storm passes that  I allow myself to view the spinning that attempts to leave me undone. 

 

It is when I am weak and tired, surveying the damage, that I finally look to the heaven's hoping to find faith in the sun.  The warmth and radiant glow heals my broken parts, until I once again feel as one.

 

It is not as though I wait until the end to call upon Spirit, as I try to lead with the Divine in each moment's presence.  I often beg for understanding how to face the storm without fight.  "Let me understand," I pray.  If I can see what is rooted in the pain or anger, comprehension can trigger new insight and corrective measures.

 

Unfortunately, so many of us are driven by fear.  So much so, fear is like a dictator keeping us from discovery and progression.  We must learn to step bravely through our fears, reaching the other side assisted by faith and trust in the Divine.