by Witfield Felix
At any given moment in our daily lives, we are confronted by, and it is expected of us, to address the disasters that befall us. More often than not, we become nonplused, frozen even, and the ability to reason and rationalize, to think and to place things in their proper perspectives, all seem to take a leave of absence when we need them most. Those harrowing stories which would require our immediate attention, may come in the form of the death of a loved one, or the unwelcomed news of a terminal illness or the sudden loss of jobs and homes and incomes. It could also be the false or justified imprisonment of someone close to us, or through gentrification in the name of corporate growth (or financial greed), find ourselves displaced, and hungry and cold.
It could also be the horrific news of a deadly pile up on the nation’s highway, or the destruction of innocent lives in the war torn regions around the world. Or worse, the brutal attacks on our vulnerable sons and daughters, by bullies and sadistic pedophiles and unsuspecting rapists, lying in wait. Some may even be found tucked away in the coded messages inscribed on the pages of a teenager’s hidden journal, secured by the lock and key of self-imposed silence. Yes, these, and much more are but some of the heart wrenching issues we are sometimes called upon to face.
But as we look at what needs to be done, we also need to review our every option. Do we have a choice in choosing the destruction or sorrow or pain that greets us? Can we control when they should appear? Can we trade for another or even return it, if the one that comes does not fit our plan? Can we put it on lay away? Can we control the velocity of the winds, or silence the sounds of thunder? Can we trap the lightening or harness the flow of the torrential rain or contain the ferocious winds? I would venture to say no, simply because they are these are inevitable acts of nature, controlled by the hands and power and authority of the Almighty God.
So do we stand helpless and wring our hands in disbelief and denial, weeping uncontrollably? Do we sit and stare and sorrow and surrender? Or would we exercise hope for a brighter day and step out in faith, having girded ourselves with unrelenting fortitude and embracing the rain that drenches us? I choose to persevere, to be resilient, to maintain my identity and sense of balance in the midst of……..I choose to overcome. I choose to be victorious. I choose to separate myself from the crippling pain as I endeavor to reach for the process of healing. I choose to see the dawning of a new day and not be held captive by the darkness of this one. I choose to abandon the weight of despair and hopelessness and I choose to breathe. I choose to smile and to embrace the joy that is so indescribable, because it is found only in my God. I choose to dance in my rain. Would you please join me as you too, begin to dance in yours?
DANCING IN MY RAIN
Though thunders roll and lightenings flash breaking my window panes
With labored breath I’m on my feet to dance in monsoon rain
The storms of life will always come and leave behind dark stains
But I will face each obstacle then dance in sleet and rain
I will not let them steal my joy or hurt me e’er again
I will press on in spite of all by dancing in the rain
With splintered love and shattered dreams and salty tears of pain
I will o’ercome false promise made and dance in drenching rain
I can’t allow the stormy past to fill me with disdain
I breathe new life ‘cause hope abounds come join me in the rain
Look now your storms full in the eye and venture out again
Conquests await when you do learn to live with every rain
© Witfield Felix