I yield to the calm before the storm,

I yield to the calm before the storm,

to the raging tears and anger during it,

and the sight of what lingers after.

I am enthralled in the way 

the clouds get so dark and heavy,

the way the wind begins to pick up,

the way the sounds of chirping birds

turn to audible earthquakes.

I observe, from a safe place,

the birds and the puddles,

the sounds and the breaking

of threads too thin to even see.

But, I give way to the calm of the storm,

thinking not what lies ahead.

For now, imagining, in my little head,

what causes Him to weep once more.

Imagining, in my little head,

what message the peacefulness gives for me
through the calm before the storm,
listening quietly, listening firmly,
waiting for a strike of lightening
to reveal to me the peace He means.

-LJ

29 May 2016