Winds

It has no name
But how I wish, for a moment
I could hold back the storm brewing
Like when you hold my hand
But the winds surge through me
Destroying everything
And from my mouth they wail
Arms flail, eyes burn, teeth gnash
And you stand before me unmoved
Foundation on Rock
And you patiently endure the gales
And when they rip me apart
You build me back together
And you give me some of your strength
And the storm subsides
Perhaps forever
Never leave me
Always lead me
Forever mine
And the beast will yet be tamed

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