A Yonder Thunder

There comes a time in everyone’s life, just before an approaching storm. They hear the yonder thunder, with a warning for them there. Some of us ignore it; do what we must do. Then throw caution to the wind, to let it blow its scorn. We stand to look at the thunder, of the approaching storm. The sky goes black, the wind howls, with angry voices there. We stand tall against the sky, ready to face the coming foe. Are we brave or stupid, or don’t we really know? The storm passes overhead, and then the dust settles down. Are we still standing tall, or are we cowering on the ground? We all ask this question, at the yonder thunder’s call. Can we face our truths, or will we be among those cowering on the ground? 13 May 2007