Dark rain

gusty winds

the whine of engines.

 

The crackle

and peal

of the storm

catch the windows

unawares.

 

My gut

held ransom

by the plane’s plummeting

and dizzying dance

of butterflies.

 

Then at last –

above the soaked clouds

golden beams

chase away what felt so real

for so long

so quickly.

 

“No evil descends from above.”

– Bereishit Rabbah 51:3

G-d does not give curses – only the option and capability to “transmute” His blessings.

– Chassidic Masters