The All

There is a storm on the horizon,
Rolling slowly towards me.
Whispering through the leaves, you sing to me.
Reminding me of your presence, reminding you are here.
Watchful eyes, hidden in the stars,
protecting me and mine.
As the storm moves closer,
hiding the light from your eyes,
it turns your whispers in to screams.
Warning me of the dangers to come, in this life, beyond.
Reassuring me that with each step I take,
with every lesson I learn, by my side,
deep within my soul, you are there.
You are the beat of my heart, the sound of my breath,
the life force that runs through me.
You are the wind and the rain,
the sun and the flowers.
You are the Mother, The Father.
You are the all.