After the Storm.

When the howling winds still And the raging waters ebb I become an empty vessel desolate and lost A broken compass with no direction. All that’s left are empty hearts Straying along the darkest path as gloom and grief wear us down for loved ones buried underground. Corpses strewn all around Women, men, children all Yet I was spared. Wailing and weeping fill the air Why then was I left to bare a pain so deep ...why didn’t I also die. Then out of the darkness I hear a sound louder than the wailing cries a keening cry that fills the air louder than the cries I hear urgent and compelling … the call to prayer. Then in spite of all my pain and grief Among all the debris in the streets I kneel with weary souls to pray To profess my trust once more To submit to and adore the One who gave me life The only One to re-claim my life ... In His own time . Maybe I was spared, after all Maybe I was left behind Maybe I’ve been given more time to make amends for the wrongs I’ve done To make things right before I die To be a living example of His shining Light .