a dark storm building
just beyond the horizon
remains unseen
yet is mysteriously sensed
growing stronger.

some cower in fear
anticipation of the fury
holding them frozen.
many take cover
hunkering down
hoping to deflect onslaught.

but a few
pure of heart
innocent
never see the storm
their eyes blinded
by visions of heart.

the storm, though taking them unaware
crushing them with its might,
though it bend and twist
can never quite rend break
the heart strong and pure.