The storms of life sometimes gather way too close.

Several years ago my son was killed in a severe thunderstorm. His car hydroplaned, hit a tree, and then slid down a deep ravine.

I’ve also lost parents, friends, and other family members to that never-ending circle of life. But what I’ve learned is that time waits for no one.

In the aftermath, it’s still not easy when memories take control. It can also be an emotional roller coaster of unlimited grief.

Another truth. Storms of every kind will come and go, but the emotional storm of loss is a storm that never seems to end.

Excerpt from book It’s my Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett

Dark storm clouds gather thick
As harsh winds whip about
The brightest light in life
Has died and flickered out

Death’s storm will never end
Its harsh winds won’t subside
Dark clouds are always near
As memories collide

For ‘tho the time will pass
‘Mid flash of sun and night
Rain drops its glistening tears
In memory of the light

© Phoebe Leggett
2007 Award Winning

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About Phoebe Leggett

Phoebe Leggett is an author, poet, and free-lance writer whose articles, stories, and poetry have enhanced the lives of many. In 2007 she received two awards for her work at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference in Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Her articles, stories, and poetry have been published in adult and children’s Christian literature as well as online. Her books are available on under her name.
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