storm

peace in the midst of a whirlwind
is this the eye,
the calm before the storm?
should I wait for the winds to pick up once more
or are they dying down
blown so hard for so long

I fell off a cliff yesterday
but the drop wasn't as far as I thought
is gravity failing?

but outside is all the same
beautiful day
beautiful trees
bird noises and breezes

maybe this is the calm after the storm
I hope
oh how I hope
I don't know if I could handle
another storm
ripping, tearing, rushing through
through my heart, my life, my world
turned upside down?
downside up?
I'm turned around
confused

life
so predictable
keeps going, time's ticking
but then,
what now?
it jumps out at you
your heart stops short
draws back like it touched an iron

and Pa.
sittin' up above
watchin' as one more thread
is woven into his tapestry
life

the brightest threads come from storms
bright purples, blues and oranges
rich colors
colors that feed you through your eyes
they came
because he left
but didn't leave entirely
not my heart
not even my life

yes, the storm's not through yet
winding down
still with power
power to teach, to freak, and to leave
leave colors
that the tapestry maker can weave
weave into his masterful design

who knows
your purple, my blue and his orange
all intertwined to form something
somthing so breathtaking
awe inspiring
healing even

peace
why does it seem so fleeting
so hard to grasp
yet Almighty swore we could have it
yet it slips
slides away easily
stays for awhile
visits
please move in
live here
there's a place for you

oh prince of peace
what a glorious name
wonderous
peace won't slip
won't slide in his hands
comes when called
and responds eagerly
eager to aid and asist
asist the subjects of that prince
Prince of Peace


calm this storm