Call it "Interstice"
Conflict and cross understandings blacken the skies like storm clouds
We struggle to remember the sun light,
and friends see us in anger or see us in pain
and offer seemingly easy and proper advice and council.
supporting our own view of the storm, thickens the clouds until
the only light is the bright flashes of lightning that blast the good things
built in the sunlit days.
And then, we turn our faces to the storm, looking up in faith to the black sky.
The clouds part, just a small bit, the features of the storm remaining, and yet
the light of the perfect sky above shines through with such intensity
that we know that the promise of perfect weather is real
and all can be rebuilt in the glowing light of a day of calm fair weather.
A smile, a word, a hope expressed...
Call it "Interstice" - it is the promise of peace.