We knew the front was brewing,
Rising higher in it's wrath,
Advancing, churning forces,
It's might could not be stopped.

We heard the rolling thunder,
The ferocity of wind,
A threat to every home,
Great fear to surely bring.



We tasted dust upon the wind
With lips e'er parched and dry,
Our hearts were in our mouths,
Too paralysed to cry.

We felt the calm before the storm,
That drawing, eerie air,
The uncertainty, suspense,
Not knowing when or where.



We groaned beneath the burden,
Now, falling to our knees,
Dear God, please stay the storm
Haste, hearken to our plea.

But, still the surge kept swirling
As we braced for the approach,
Yet, deep within, we shuddered
The force would have to blow.



For latent heat amasses
From pressure built too long,
Intensifying conflict
By disturbances gone wrong.

Perhaps it was, a little system
But, after great rotating ways,
It's strength had surely festered
To thunder forth this day.



But, yet, in pattern coursing,
E'er swirling 'round us all,
There is an eye therein
Where peace is ever drawn.

Just like a fledgling 'pon a ridge
Tucked tight within a cleft,
There's calm found in the jet stream
Where souls are safely kept.



The Father's arms around us,
Held closely in His care,
While bounded by cold howling winds
Our hearts He'll always bear.

And though we see and hear and feel
The storm as Jesus did,
By all He gave, in death for us
His life, we now can live.



Everlasting security,
the gift
He always gives

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry From The Heart