Hurricane

Ken Pullen  –  copyright 2011

                            Scripture appears in Italics and is from the King James Version Holy Bible

People tell me

chill

relax

there’s more to life

don’t worry, be happy

as they whirl past me in ever darkening

speeding

ominous clouds

the light removed from them

                                                darkness abounds in their windy rushing sounds

none aware in the darkness

                                                                                 And

                                                              the light shineth in darkness;

                                                                                and

                                                           the darkness comprehended it not

realizing

I reside

in the eye of the storm

where all is calm

known

serene

at peace unlike any of them

as I witness what is

yet always reside

at the center

in the eye

looking heavenward

through the clear

cloudless

sky

upward to Jehovah Elyon

                                                                          God Almighty

to the Son

                                                                                Jesus

the Christ

my Lord

Saviour

Yeshua

                                                                         center of my life

focus of my eyes, heart

soul

under Their wings

lifting me

carrying me

keeping me in the calm

serene

knowing

peaceful circle

I may see

I may know

I may say that which I see

that which I know

that which is given to me

by

Jehovah Elyon

and The Son, Jesus Christ the Lord

who give me everything I have

even the air exhaled from my lungs

                                                                      each beat of heart

morsel of food

gift of salvation!

the vision

the saving grace through

Truthful, Living Word

shed blood

resurrection

conquering death

while the storm gains in strength

ferocity

velocity

density increasing

violence rising

lies swirl harder, deeper, faster

catching all in their wake

to live in mistake

believe in the fake

their very souls the hurricane will take

I

am

a

child of God

in the calming center

witness

to this world

its evil ever growing

from the seeds of iniquity

most have been sowing

categories off the charts

nothing on record

to record

this growing storm

this present

ominous

palpable

can taste it in the swirling winds

the  grit of sin

iniquity

abomination

blasphemy

flying about

pelting all in its path

catching them up

swirling them to and fro

the lost

appearing no place to go

spinning round and round about me

for in the center

of God’s grace

His direction

before my face

I see

the constant increasing storm

as I am kept in the center

clear skies

sea like glass

while so much passes before me

swirling

twirling

being tossed to and fro

the blind

clueless

ignorant

always on the go

caught in the grit

as they spit

spew

their lies

and know they are about to die

yet continue to deny

so in their envy

lost state

some aware

some not

of their fate

they think amiss they can suck me into the storm in which they partake

by making false claims

of my unrest

agitation

rising across every nation

in distress

not knowing

the peace and place in which I reside

right here out in the open

not attempting to hide

never ashamed of my increasing love

desire

to rise higher

closer to the Lord

Jehovah Elyon and His Son

Jesus Christ

my Saviour

                                                                         Lord of my life

I am so at peace

floating above the sea of glass

placed here after decades of my living in sin

repented

forgiven

one sinner who came out of darkness

into the Light

being one surrounded by the storm

to observe

comment

tell of the behavior

going on

round and round and round

and round

few taking a moment to pause

contemplate

consider

instead they deflect their evil winds towards me

unable to detect

truth

if it smacked them upside the head

thinking they are so alive

all these millions in darkness

O so

dead

dead

dead

saying I’m a purveyor of hate

since I won’t join their world

serve their master

of disaster

be part of their throng

sing the the dead choir’s

 song

I am in the center

eye

looking straight ahead

looking up

to the Head

of which I am lead

hurricane

growing

evil gaining

intensity of the masses

growing density

propensity

for the lie

I am kept

in the center

ever peaceful

watching as they

are about to die

wail, lament, scream

gnash

eternal cry

yet the eye remains

fixed

the peace grows

within the eye

ever calming spirit

lifted up

daily to God’s Truth

His Will

His Word

His wisdom

my eye

growing closer near it

where nary of piece of grit does dare come sit

as this world goes spinning

faster

faster

faster

headlong into its inevitable

prophesied

disaster

I

reside

in the eye

looking always upward

to God the Creator

such peace

O joy unknown prior

as my Lord

and Saviour

protects me

instructs me

keeps me

lifts me

higher

higher

ever higher!