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Serenity IS…

Kingman Wash in Arizona. Iphone snap

Kingman Wash in Arizona. Iphone snap

Crystal jewel amid desert rigidity,
Exposed in willing transparency.
Deep tonal blue your reflective canopy,
Your icy December embrace still entices me.

My fingers playfully seek
Expectant through chilled caress,
Revitalize me.
I feel the settled stones,
You and time have smoothed diligently.
And respectfully I acknowledge,
You haven’t always known such serenity.
Rugged unpolished rocks,
Droughts and waters raging.
Yet I know and remember when trials oppress,
Serenity IS, and when absent, will again be…

©E.D. Allee
January 1, 2015

But After…

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As the storms rage,
Dark clouds block the sun.
Lightning and thunder
spill their fury
With beastly intensity.
Cyclones circulate,
Spreading debris
With forceful ease.
Torrential downpours
Threaten solidarity.

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
Torrent remains.
A peaceful calm surrounds.
Threatening gales fade
Into gentle breezes.
Debris settles,
And recovery begins.

I can hear
I can see clearly
I needn’t hide
The world isn’t quite so scary

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

Image: https://andoreza.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Out-of-the-storm-into-the-yellow-sunrise.jpg?165a18

Atmospheric Chains…

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Atmospheric changes,
From pure visible light to stormy dark.
From protective calm to violent tempest,
Lightening strikes, I reach out, soul’s shocked.

Into worldly submission,
Defenses down, false shelter under metal trees,
Disconnected from God,
Focused fatally on me.

On my wants, my desires,
Dangerously toying with temptation.
Approaching it before it approaches me,
Destructive initiation.

I get stronger, growing in God,
Connected to The Holy Spirit’s promptings.
Conscience, intuition… Holy voices muffled by will,
Childish rebellion, disheartening.

Less of me and more of Him,
The ever present eye of all storms.
No more drowning in preventable floods,
I seek the shelter of the Son.

Now,

Will I take God’s offered, mercifully hand?
Or keep one foot in a grave, meant to bind me to this carnal coffin?

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://nuggetsbyaprildishon.blogspot.com/?m=1

Amid The Storm…

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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…

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://carlibux.deviantart.com/art/calm-after-the-storm-house-131465667

Soaked Despair Meets Hope…

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Her umbrella settles upside down,
Open, but on the ground.
She grasps it by the firm handle,
And drags it slowly, letting it dangle.

The rain is falling in unforgiving buckets,
She’s drenched, cold and adapted to numbness.
Her steps are staggered, her head hangs low,
Dusk is upon her, and she’s all alone.

She feels a pull, a prompting from deep within.
To set the umbrella, upright again.
Slightly hesitant, she complies,
Lifting her head to join her open eyes.

Present once more in the moment,
Awareness restored, yet remaining reticent.
Her feet steadying, weakly standing tall,
Grasping the hand reaching out, preventing her fall.

The hand of God, powerful, and nostalgically familiar,
Love, warmth, and light surreal.
He calms the storm inside her soul,
Her upright umbrella; she’s alone no more.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://weather.thefuntimesguide.com/images/blogs/rain-umbrella-with-sun-and-clouds-by-LilGoldWmn.jpg

Without A Home…

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To those without a home tonight,
The injurious frozen air shattering your humanity.
Please accept the warmth from my heart.
If only you could thrive on sentimentality…

Your cries go not unheard.
Your struggles are not unseen.
I admire your fortitude to persevere,
And face each new day’s unforeseen.

I wish you hope, in the midst of your storm,
Resources to sustain you.
I wish you strengthened faith in God,
And a happy ending of dreams come true.

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

Picture:http://kidsthesedays.org/podcast/show-54-excerpt-visit-shelter-homeless-families

 

Victim Earth…

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Unrestrained fury.
Natures’ aggression unleashed.
Upon victim earth.

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

http://raynoah.com/2011/10/17/storms-happen/

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