Witness to the Storm
Dear gentle witness to the storm,
Your graceful face, non forlorn.
Nor falling tear does your eye shed,
To uncertain times which lay ahead.
I love your non judgemental mind,
Despite the erroneous hand of mankind.
The ways in which we blindly pillage, Glean, and forsake our pending finish.
There you are, in hands of peaceful love,
Until wayward winds move the storm thereof.
Acrylics and oils30 x 40 Inches

Witness to the Storm