Storms

Storms

a thorny wind pricks at my face
this black Mariah night
Dark raging clouds of memories flood
past storms I have survived

as salty mountains crashed on me
those times eternal lost at sea
I wondered then if I might live
Oh Lord, please let me be

while screaming doubts and fear swept through
with ghosts unseen yet real
my stomach turned, my soul near drowned
then day salvation pealed

so many times, so many storms
so many prayers tossed high
tempests wild have swept through me
all watched by God’s kind eye

Tio Stib, 2008, 2014

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