~ It Is I ~

The storm is wild, the ocean rough,
We're thrown by every wave,
We cry, then hear a gentle voice-
It is I, don't be afraid.



The winds keep blowing, cruel and fierce
Our nerves are raw and frayed,
We weep, then comes a tender voice-
It is I, don't be afraid.



The night is long, the darkness deep,
There is no light of day,
Within the nightmare steals a voice-
It is I, don't be afraid.



The laughter's still, there seems no joy
With no more games to play,
But, soft a whisper brushes by-
It is I, don't be afraid.



There is no family, near to help
And no dear friends can stay,
There in the loneliness, a voice-
It is I, don't be afraid.



The path's obscure, the roadway blocked,
We cannot find the way,
A lantern shines, a voice directs-
It is I, don't be afraid.

~*~

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ŠJan 2012
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry from the Heart

Where reasons are given,
we don't need faith.
Where only darkness surrounds us,
we have no means for
seeing, except by faith.
~ Elisabeth Elliot ~