Through The Storms

The skies of our lives have grown dark and stormy again, now that our young days have left us behind. We no longer know where we are heading, all we do know is our once clear skies have grown heavy and dark with clouds that brood over us like the beards of angry gods. We do not know which way to go now.



We once thought that the path of life would go more-or-less straight from here to its eventual end with only a few bends, a handful of crossroads. Here we are though, lost deep within this forest, as the thunderclouds gather over us, with no idea which of all these paths we ought to take.

We are no longer sure even if we want to take the same paths any more. There was a time when it seemed we would stay on these same paths all our lives, occasionally standing at some distant crossroad off in the far future, watching as our children chose their own paths away from us. Neither of us expected to reach those crossroads so soon.

Now we sometimes seem like strangers to each other, like people we have met upon these paths and travelled with for a while, knowing that one day our paths will diverge.

Other times though, we look at each other and we know, that whatever storms will rain on us, we have been through such storms before and we have emerged out into a clearing of bright sunlight and clear cloudless skies, only to look down and find ourselves standing there hand-in-hand.