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The Storm

The heavens wept
the people slept
the earth shook
far beneath them

the skies ablaze
through cloudy haze
bright daggers streaked
to sheath them

the thunder raged
as lions caged
unmerciless
in splendor

yet through it all
he never saw
the storm and all
it rendered

he wondered how
his fevered brow
could stand the
heat within it

in circles paced
with heart that raced
after a thought
to pin it

his panic deep
slew troubled sleep
which now did
hasten from him

the maddened bind
which held his mind
now threatened to
become him

his panic grew
and soon he knew
it would but
overtake him

at this late hour
with stormy power
meaning would soon
forsake him

his friends had gone
upon the dawn
the day was long
in passing

now so alone
he should have known
the sickness would
be massing

depression fed
and nought he said
could slow its dark
aggression

in prayer he kneeled
upon the field
and pled for
intercession

the storm too dark
for hopes embark
to fly to aid
in saving

his eyes fell shut
his last thread cut
the madness then
came raving

in his minds eye
he could but spy
a light far in
the distance

at first so bleak
it would soon seek
his body in
persistance

the winds still blew
his arms froze through
cold's paralysis
did grip him

the devils screamed
and yet he dreamed
as death it sought
to trip him

but soon the light
to him did fight
against the force
that felled him

as warmth crept near
away fled fear
it came to him
and held him

the healing slow
but yet did go
a long to
restore him

the forces close
no threat did pose
though given chance
would gore him

his guardian stayed
a peace that made
all evil round
give clearing

though from without
the angels clout
he felt yet
minions peering

he gathered strength
though but a tenth
of power once
his own

a darkened surge
came near to purge
straight from the
evil throne

yet then at last
the angel cast
his spell of power
to bind them

the demons blind
but all their kind
still swept close
to find them

again he knelt
great power felt
and called upon
his God

a streaming ray
gave light as day
and illumined wide
a path

the evil cringed
as flesh was singed
they felt from God
His wrath

the way now made
salvation paid
he with his guard
fled quickly

the demons tried
with all their pride
but fell back weak
and sickly

and thus in prayer
he triumphed there
rescued from his
own torment

His God proved true
to send him through
on his life's path
onward sent

(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison

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