I stand in the heart of a raging storm...
I stand in the heart of a raging storm like an old oak tree which bends but does not break, trusting the power of the roots of love which will not be defeated by lesser forces, no matter how loud and threatening those forces get to be. What outward might can destroy that power which is the very basis of the human heart? but I can't help but I wonder what manner of life is it which tramples so boldly and brazenly on unsuspecting innocence? I stand amidst distrust and cry large tears for my... Sign in to see full entry.