Tornado

I wrote this some time during high school.

Tell the Storm How Big Your God Is.

So this is what it is when every man [friend] fails you,

when imperfection swarms around you like a tornado,

when your distractions [masters] are close to you,

but have lost their grip

on you and are spinning out of control

around you, in bitter attempt

to keep your eyes from closing,

to keep your ears from tuning out the noise,

and tuning into the music,

or maybe rather,

the silence

of the Heavenlies;

to keep you from trying to remember His face.

The tornado swarms and spins violently,

in last, exhausted, mad attempt

to keep you from your secret hiding place,

but you close your eyes and tune out,

just for a second, to hide away.

You shut yourself in,

and silently,

He slips into the room.

You suddenly gain humility.

And He's looking right at your eyes.

And turning to look at, nothing, really,you try to pretend like He's not

Looking

Right

At

You.

His words come back.

They lap up in waves on the beach of your heart.

Words only he could have said, only he could say.

He speaks to you,

    "I meant what I've said about you."