Storms

Souls in turmoil

In visions I see thee lie thy pillow down

With white purge knuckled hands

Upon us thou hast placed thy clouds

And suffocate our lands

 

Then thy sheets soaked wet

Is thy pouring tears which drown

Brought about in holy tempest

A scourge upon an earth is bound

 

Thy mist blackness overtakes us

Furthering the depths of hell

All thy natures’ wild gusts

Keep us standing oh so still

 

Frozen in bewonderment

To the things which inside us dwell

A blind rage of storms its elements

The likes of which we can only quell

 

Thy hands of love a thunder clap

The sign, tis’ thy way to awake acknowledgement

To the storms that shall surely pass

As sins; dissipate within forgiveness

                        This is His gift; enlightenment