The Storm

is but a reminder

The Storm

She moves across the waters
with malice in her hand
and cast her evil spirit
upon a troubled land.
The sea is but her passage
as she tears up the night
and waves become the weapon
she uses with delight.
With darkness for a cover
the world around her shakes,
as she rocks to the music
her utter chaos makes.
She stirs the seething waters
till all that can be seen,
are black and white reflections
of what was blue and green.
With helpless pangs of horror
she feeds the wary soul,
lest it again remember
just who is in control.
Till time shall bring the morning
held safely in His love,
we realize the tempest
is harmless as a dove.