all that endless day
wild winds and waves and rains
pounding, pounding
darkening sky
darkening fears
battering, battering
house and trees and soul
as if it always would.
Yet in the deep of night
I awoke to the
sound of quiet
and walked outside
and stood barefoot
small and soothed
under a starry sky.
Such is the way
of storms.
“Weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Psalm 30:5
“[N]either . . . things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth . . . will be able to separate us from the love of God. . . .” Romans 8:38-39