Above the ominous slate,
Is a sky of blue.
A brilliant yellow sun,
The storm cannot subdue.
The atmosphere below,
Makes good on all it’s threats.
Thunder and lightning rage,
Traumatic winds cause distress.
The tempest’s fury eventually fades,
Calm and order begin to emerge.
From the brokenness and suffering,
We we’re required to endure.
The assaulting storms in life,
Which seek our defeat.
Are blanketed by calm and light,
By warmth and tranquility.
When daylight’s diminished by gray.
When nights’ darkness is shrouded in pitch,
The sun and the stars, the moon on high,
Piercing light they will emit.
Ever reminding us of God’s presence,
Amid our trials and pains.
Through gale, rain, or flood,
God’s love always remains…