When the dust finally settles,

all becomes well again--

we know this--

but it's hard to remember

in the midst of anguished suffering.

So when the dust stirs up

and things start flying,

find some cover

where you can wait

out the storm.

Things will settle,

peace will return,

this is the nature of living--

something arrives to stir it up,

wild mixing bowl of turmoil,

centrifugal force,

back to center,

calm.

Be patient,

and wait,

be still,

and wait.