The Tempest

By Lisa Hains Barker

The author lives in Colorado, USA.

The angry noise, the howling wind,

The fearful, growing dissonance—

As thund’ring waves meet thund’ring sky,

A full-fledged storm is coming on.

Against the gale my pleas are lost …

Blown … scattered. Is there none to save?

No quieting? Thou carest not

If I fall prey to roiling wave?

But by the Father set apart,

My echoed cries He hears, He wakes;

And graciously with patience starts

To still the tempest in my heart.