There is a man, who stands on the beach. He stands waiting, waiting in a thunderstorm. The rain pounds him, trying to break him. The waves wash and sweep him, trying to take him Away.

But the man, who stands waiting on the beach Has roots in his feet, roots deep deep down. His posture, impeccable- His energy inexhaustible. His mind razor sharp, never dull.

What could keep this man whole and sane? The Light at the end of the storm, The Peace that comes from tribulations, and troubles, The Hope that all ends well, and good, and just.

These things fuel his mind and his energy. These things and more. But why doesnt he move, move away from that shore? His long lost love roots him there. He will endure all troubles, face all fears, till he is broken, or till his sunshine comes out again.

~The man who stands on the beach in the storm