Clouds

Storm clouds clog thinking and reason, crippling as sense of up and down
Who is who, where is where.
Black and grey, yellow and blue, pink or red, they all swirl.
Those who get caught, can ne'er wrest free alone.
And those not caught, beware, for it is fruitless to avoid the inevitable.
To go around is to be unfeeling, uncaring, and dead.
Only one can help guide and disperse the storm, and He is there.
Be not afraid of the storms, they are ephemural.
With one word they can be gone.
It's all a test, a test of will, endurance, and faith.

Some clouds take forms, making their presence blatantly known.
Raven, Snake, Alligator, Pirhana;
All leads one thing to become another,
All blackened and undesireable.
Those who balk from these only become consumed, deeper and deeper
To something binding and scarring, destructive and deadened.
There is only one answer:
Call on He that is bigger, stronger, more powerful, all knowing.

Once invoked, no harm befalls.
For protection of the mightiest
Causes great enemies to falter.
The vortex ends, destroyed by light.
The worst is over and the warm, white clouds decend upon the troubled
Soothing the batterings and wounds of any battle.
The red, the pink, the blue, the black, the grey, the yellow
All are scattered, leaving only pearly colors of Him that Saves.
Thanks to Him, no need to fear
and with Him there, no foe can leer.

March 3, 2009