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,
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…
January 1, 2015
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
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,
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.
Will I take God’s offered, mercifully hand?
Or keep one foot in a grave, meant to bind me to this carnal coffin?
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…
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.
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.
Natures’ aggression unleashed.
Upon victim earth.