Fiery Tempest of Poems

Deep into the dawn, the clouds linger, wishing away the sunrise.

But as the morning’s leader pushes forward, the mist begins to lift..

But aha, behold, what is this- the density of the fog begins to push back,

The sun’s rays dampen and appear to have set back

But will this mighty man be withheld, will it die in it’s conquest of the morning!?

In faith I stare into the horizon,

Confident as sure as life is, I peer into the sky,

Knowing, searching, and eager to behold His glory.

Thinking…

Human Life can be and is so uncertain, what is planned and hoped for may delay, and very well may not ever even manifest itself…

Aha, aha, but what is this!!

I behold now what was trully hoped for.

A mighty warrior, the sun has made it’s conquest.

I can hardly bare it’s sight, so strong, so sure, so constant.

And then I think of this ‘Higher Power’, this God so pursued and hoped for.

In faith, confident of a personality, despite the night’s fog and guile lies and shadows, cast over, fighting desperately back.

Yes in His mightiness, He cannot be held back,

Pushing forward he declares himself true and constant.

In this reliability, yes, just as the sun rises through any adversity that may be pressed against it,

So I have put my trust, in the Creator of all these things….

Certainly, the reliability of God, the reliability of the sun, impresses upon me to become reliable myself.

To push back against all of the adversity,

To fight for my existence, and to shine brightly, confident of a glorious future.