  There is a storm Rageing outside Blowing, tearing, ripping All insight. Inside there is calm A peace, a gentleness Floating on air Enveloping me And yet ouside Their is terror A force to big To ever try and control. Inside is goodness And quietness And silence Covering me And yet both of these Are parts of me A good part and a bad part Always with me, at the same time. So I just live And hang on As moment by moment My life goes on. vlh 6/29/04 
