The fiercest storm blew in last week,
Sending me scurrying inside so quick.
Where I slept, then awakened and peered out,
Hoped for a quiet voice in the storm’s shout.
The chaos inside me bigger than all outside,
Would neither leave me or help me hide.
Drenching rains pounded icy cold,
All I could seek Lord, was Your sheltering hold.
This storm blew in with no warning this time,
No explaining reason nor bit of rhyme.
This diaster ripped apart my heart,
Reckoning havoc in every part.
Beyond the shore there’s a relic revealed by the storm,
The storm has quickly become the norm.
Though I spent some time in thought and prayer,
Or artistic projects to transport elsewhere.
This new relic so brazeningly revealed,
Taught me that though my eyes cannot see,
There’s more in my spiritual life to still be freed.
Lord, help me make use of this prayer,
I thank you for Your time and care.