The Storm
In my mind's eye I see something at the heart of the storm.
It's a blackness;
Swirling in the wind.
Clouds thicken,
Skies turn gray with the gathering dark.
Up ahead I see a beckoning shelter.
The place is calm and I enter its rest.
My cares are blown away;
Gone.
But the wistful feeling lingers.
It's a blackness;
Swirling in the wind.
Clouds thicken,
Skies turn gray with the gathering dark.
Up ahead I see a beckoning shelter.
The place is calm and I enter its rest.
My cares are blown away;
Gone.
But the wistful feeling lingers.
posted by Seeker @ 6:00 PM
2 Comments:
At 1/13/2006 11:24 AM,
Bill said…
I like this poem as I am really able to relate to it. I wrote a poem a while back and have pasted it below. I hope it ministers to you as it does to me.
Bill
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
After the Rain
(I wrote this today. It is for two purposes. This poem is about what I have gone through with the struggles of almost losing my son two years ago. I am still trying to heal through that very harsh storm in my life. As well I am dedicating this poem to all those who have been effected by Hurricane Katrina and Rita. My prayers are with you...Bill Scott, Sr.)
After the Rain
Right after my storm; as the winds stopped and ceased
There was a great calm; as I sighed in relief
And though there is damage; from the previous rage
I can start a new chapter; and can turn a new page
But as the dust settles; and I clearly can see
I look through the rubble; though I would rather flee
Though all is destroyed; and there’s nothing but sand
I can still trust in my God; as He helps me to stand
As I survey the damage; and I calculate cost
The pain swells up in me; as I see all I’ve lost
Though I tremble in horror; and I ask the Lord why?
I know the Lord loves me; and it’s ok to cry.
It’s so overwhelming; as my emotions do flare
It’s easy to doubt; that my God really cares
And yes the storm passed; yet the fierce winds were real
It’s so hard to move on; as I struggle to heal
My eyes fill with water; my mouth gets all dry
My heart sinks in despair; as I long to die
My emotions, they hurt me; I hunger and thirst
My heart; it aches badly; I feel as if it will burst
The rain is now gone and the skies are now blue
Yet I still haven’t healed; from what I’ve gone through
And now time has passed; as life continues on
I still live in darkness; even though the night’s gone
I know this sounds gloomy; what else can I say?
The Lord will heal my heart; as I seek Him and pray?
My worst fears behind me; or that’s what they say
I once felt victorious; I now feel like prey
But all is not lost; though I feel that it is
For my heart isn’t mine, it is totally His
And my God is faithful; I’ll trust Him till I die
I will lift His name up; I will lift it up high
My God is my healer; he will one day heal me
And though I am now mourning; I will one day be free
For here is a truth; that I will try to explain
The Son always shines; even after the rain!
At 2/18/2006 12:38 PM,
Shelley said…
both of these poems are wonderful. thank you for sharing...it blessed me much today.
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