The calm/chaos before the storm
My soul is bracing for the quake.
the fibres are tightening vigorously in anticipation;
the kinetic release will be liberation and destruction.
there is no calm before the storm.
every element screams but nothing is heard behind the deafening silence
we do not stand before the chaos in ready and waiting
the soul was not designed to acquiesce when the body might beckon.
mighty, it glares it’s teeth in defiance.
there is no defeat for the courageous;
his victory is with God.
the mind witnesses this confrontation,
wonders how are we to stand when the world is crumbling beneath our feet.
there is no chaos before the storm
everything is alive in these moments but there is order.
molecules clamour astronomically, hearts and lives and fates are colliding.
sadly, the perspective is missing, the focus is lost;
however you, and I, and God remain.
nobody but He sees it
but in the midst of the madness your wings have been beginning to open.
we do not need the ground anymore;
our destination is beyond the clouds
it is time to fly past the storm—the true calm is waiting.
