As the storms rage,
Dark clouds block the sun.
Lightning and thunder
spill their fury
With beastly intensity.
With forceful ease.
I cannot hear
I cannot see clearly
I have to hide
I grow frightened and weary
The storm passes.
Sun’s healing light
Befalls the fallen.
The earth swallows
A peaceful calm surrounds.
Threatening gales fade
Into gentle breezes.
And recovery begins.
I can hear
I can see clearly
I needn’t hide
The world isn’t quite so scary
There is surface level clarity,
Grasping only at the finger tips.
Of God’s outstretched wisdom,
Idle, leaving unwrapped His offered gift.
Meditation upon truth, neglected,
Many unclaimed revelations.
A loyalty to the comfort of ignorance,
Freedom from accountability and obligation.
But there’s more…
The ease of living enlightened,
The light within the truth.
The peace of a deeper relationship,
With a God, who guides and renews.
Rough surfaces get smoother with time,
Avoiding, and escaping snares becomes easier.
If the gift is opened, and understanding is sought,
Through prayer, and in Gods Word…
Lucidity, the coveted state,
When my thoughts are translucent.
In rhythmic waves they blend harmonically,
Tasked to envelop, merge, and fit.
Lines of sensical utterances,
Finding unity with understanding.
Gaining shelter among surrounding ears,
Who are, or are not, listening.
Fleeting lucidity, what will make you stay?
I need you to please be still.
While I attempt to comprehend,
How to hone your magic at will!