In God's Hands©Frances Belle Parker

The Tempest

The tempest storms rage
Raining black into the night
As fear takes centre stage
And there’s no end in sight
Velvet shadows stay hidden
The air is moist with fear
The brave are left forbidden
To cry or shed a tear
The wailing wind cries out
For vengeance from the sky
While prayers of the devout
Are whispered in reply
The bolts of light flashes
With thunder’s immediate applause
Now all that remains are ashes
Of all that once was
And as the sky clears
The tempest’s anger must subside
While faces stream bitter tears
That brave hearts cannot hide

xaries posted at 3:50 AM
Monday, December 07, 2009
[©Jess]

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