The Clouds Will Part Poem by Cee Bea

making
what the heart gives freely
souls will soon accept

a man,

drowning in distinction,
speaks of fate

'embers of the flame's below me
own time...
they resemble those whom walked before me
that
now rise, crackle and pop
in a whirlwind that flows with purpose'

The grand novice
driven by destiny
will, put his slings and arrows away,
ushered by the calling crow'

he proclaims 'the clouds will
part soon'
that 'the sun will then, begin to shine
... as bright as ever seen by any man'