In The Storm

Dreams, like stars,

guide my steps through the night.

Strong is my pace,

steady my sight.

But stars know nothing

of mountain and sea

To follow them blind

is peril indeed.

Storms, like black holes,

take shape in the night.

They swallow the sky;

they ready the fight.

And storms know well

what stars ignore

For mountain and sea

are their allies in war.

Together they plot

in the gathering black.

The storm takes its place

and mounts the attack.

Its eyes flash;

its belly rumbles.

The world as I knew it

shudders and crumbles.

Deftly it tugs

at the ground ‘neath my feet

’Til solid rock

swells like the sea.

I am towered and tossed

by rocking mountains.

The sky falls;

the underworld fountains.

So I run and I climb and I dodge and I leap

as the ground churns and my heart quakes and there is no

stopping and there is no resting ’til the next ledge and the farther peak

as all the world rises and all the world falls on the black

strings of a hole that ever gaping never sleeps.

“Climb! Climb!” the storm thunders.

“Dance! Dance!” calls the sea,

“Come dance your frenzied climb in my never-ending swell!”

A roar in my ears,

a snap at my feet,

they laugh at my scramble

to inevitable defeat.

But there in the distance

a ghost of a form

walks straight toward me

unperturbed by the storm.

I know His face;

I’ve seen it before

He gave me the dream

when we met on the shore.

He’s the Keeper of Zion,

the Prince of all Peace.

Though the sea rage about Him,

it can’t lift His feet.

So I’ll set my heart

to follow His lead

The ruler of waves

and the giver dreams.

Together we’ll dance

on the waves of the sea,

my eyes on Him,

His hand on me.