Life's Storms

In the Eye of the Storm

Such calm for a moment;
In the eye of the storm;
There’s sunshine and clear blue sky.

Why does beauty behold such scorn?

Which way is out?

Is there such a thing?

Can I escape this whirlpool of death?

Up through the eye; if I only had wings!

I do not have wings.

I cannot fly.

So until I can find a way out.

I must keep up with this storm or die.

Crashing noises; thundering blows.

A sudden gush of wind;

Once again the storm’s course has shifted,

When oh when will it end?

Dark clouds forming over my head;

Rain begins to fall.

I open my mouth to cry for help;

The wind’s gush drowns out my call.

I’m swept up high into the air,

Tossed about in a whirlwind of speed;

Being battered and bruised from head to toe

By various pieces of debris;

My heart getting ready to give out,

I open my eyes, and take one last breath.

Knowing in my heart my time has come;

This life I live is far worse than death.

Sudden quiet fills the air.

Just as unexpectedly so,

The storm that swept me up

Just lets me go.

There is calm and quiet all around.

I can see once again the blue sky.

I am all of a sudden standing

Right by my Saviors’ side;

I fall to the ground. He lifts my head.

Without speaking a word to me, he says,

“My precious child, don’t give up. I am still here with you.

Walk by faith and not by sight. This storm will not overcome you.”

I lean over to kiss his feet

When I looked up he is no longer in sight.

I am back in the eye of the storm;

though, no longer afraid of my plight.

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