Wind Storm Poem by Daniel Miltz

The storms that break and sweep about my feet
The winds that blow and tear, the rains that fall
Shall not the courage of my soul appall
I shall be conqueror, tho' sore defeat
O'erwhelm the outbound keels of all my fleet
Of dreams; tho' not one tattered sail, but all
Go down mid sea; with heart serene, I'll greet
The worst or best, the stronger for the squall
My soul is set amid the storms of life
The hurricanes of passion crash and break
And tides of heathen hate sweep o'er our land
But calm amid the flying ruins of strife
Or in the leaping flames around the stake
With pierced hands my faith serene
I stand!

© daniel miltz