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The Storm Delayed

The storm predicted was much delayed
Though clouds did threaten, though wind began
Its quiet moaning, tree branches groaning.

We waited, waited – wondering
When heaven’s tensions would bring declension
To weather’s warmth and pleasantness.

When least expected, suddenly
A hurried haste of air and water
Gushed and guttered from the sky.

“It’s like a deluge!” – We take our refuge
‘Neath covered arches, no comfort wanting.

But soon it’s finished, the rain diminished,
The wind decreased, or almost ceased –
The sun appearing.

Now water jewels appear on trees
On branches glinting, our minds imprinting
With dreams of fairy fireflies.

I Saw a Rainbow

I saw a rainbow,
And it held the promise
Of better things to come

My spirits lifted;
I sensed a message
From God, the Holy One …

He had not left me

The storm was passing,
The billowing waves —
Were calming, calming

Down

And rather than destroying,
They lifted me
To better things to come

The Storm

The air —
Laden with care —
With guilts, not graces,
With long-gone places,
With regrets, what-ifs,
With laundry lists.

And then —
A gust of wind —
The Spirit comes
And speaks in tongues,
Slamming doors,
Awakening snores.

The lightning strikes —
And thunder rumbles —
The tension crumbles.
Then sweet release
Of pent-up rain —
God comes again.

His tender care
Dispels all fear.
All will be well,
All will be well.

Storm’s a Comin’

 

Storm’s a comin’
Wind’s a whippin’
Air is chillin’

Leaves a blowin’
Wind’s a moanin’
Tree branches groanin’

Life’s a flowin’
People are growin’
Eternity beckoning

Half Moon Bay: After the Storm


The Root of the Problem :)

The Storm

A burst of tears fell,
Like rain after the threatening clouds.
There had been rumblings and flashings —
Groanings —
Like a woman giving birth.

I smiled at you,
But you did not smile back.
I gave you a flower,
But it fell unsniffed to the ground.

When All Seems Dark

When all seems dark,
When evil seems to reign,
Take up your cross,
And look at Christ again.

When clouds oppress,
And gather in a storm,
Yield all to Christ,
And let His Spirit form.

Forget the strife,
And let Him calm the storm.
Let Him give life;
To Him your thoughts conform.

Delicate Flower

Swift Runner met Delicate Flower,
And under the silver moon,
He asked for her hand in marriage.

Their canoe flew swiftly
Over the waters,
Gliding smoothly, like oil
On the glass-still lake.

The storm came unexpectedly,
And when it was over,
He could not find
His beloved Flower.

She comes to him in dreams
On soft summer nights,
Gliding on the perfume
Of mock-orange flowers.

— April 22, 2012

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