My soul needs a tether
while storms rage around and through me.
Sunlight peeks through the breaks in the clouds
and momentary calm shines down.
Then thunder cracks and lightning flashes
again kicking up the winds of anger and hurt.
Amidst the stinging, deafening rain,
my lips find their voice.
“Jesus, help me! I need you to steady my heart.”
My red, wet eyes are drawn up
and I look into the Eye of the storm.
There, within the core of this vortex, stillness lies.