Eye of the Storm
He lies
Head cushioned
Sleeping midst the uproar
Of the surrounding storm.
Lightening forks the sky
Split-second flashes
Illuminating driving rain
Thunder crashing ever closer.
At rest amid the cacophony
At peace, not fearing,
He who created the components
And stills them at his word.
I seek him out
Drawing close to Him
Needing his warmth
His heartbeat's reassurance
That in the eye of the storm
He rests, he remains,
He reigns.
Copyright © Anne Linington | Year Posted 2009
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