Know

Know that I am the fury bound up in the clouds bringing the storm
Know that I am the hope in what lies beyond those clouds, of brighter warmer days
Know that I am the mist and mystery and the foamy lake spit
Know that I am in the cry of the child’s voice drowned by the storm
Know that I am in the triumph of pride of a farther and in the joy of a mama’s voice
Know that I have been here before these waters formed
Know that I await, know that I persist long after loved ones are gone.

Know that I am here.