iStorm

istorm

As invading dampness in my clothes creates chaffing

I curse the terrible way this day is shaping.

Hugging my arms in close against the wind and the rain

I wonder if I’ll ever see home again.

Withdrawing in against the nausea and the fear

Others are there but them I don’t see or hear.

Too noisy, too wet, too windy by half!

A day out fishing with the boys, what a laugh!

Flying debris again just misses my head

A storm so severe I wish I was dead.

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The storm so big, so ferocious, so scary I want to die

Has me overwhelmed and drawn deep inside

It’s become all about me, myself and I

And questioning, wondering “why me, why?”

Others, in the midst of it all, fighting strong, brave and tall

Were there but shivering I choose to ignore them all

This storm so big, it must be about me, I thought as it formed

So scary, so impacting, all me, this, my iStorm

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Amidst the complete chaos I’m pulled out of myself by loud shouts

“No! Simon! No!”  “What? He’s out!”

I look up, and notice for the first time, something beyond me

I look up and there’s Jesus calmly walking on the sea.

And Simon too, takes a step in the waves

Before a sinking fall that Jesus saves.

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In the midst of my storm I hadn’t noticed, hadn’t seen

That Jesus was with me and had always been.

I didn’t sense His presence, in my selfish focus

Thinking all about I and me and not seeing us

I missed a miracle, Simon walking I didn’t see

If I’d left my iStorm it could have been me

There with Jesus, dancing on the sea.

I missed the spectating and the option to jump

Reducing the universe to just me in this bump.

I should have looked out and faced the sea.

I should have realised the world is not just me.

I should have helped or prayed or done something more,

Than sit in a corner and questioned “why me?” like a bore

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Later I pause before opening my front home gate

I raise my eyes to heaven before it’s too late

“God, I know I’m about to enter another storm

Where chaos and stress is quite the norm

Overwhelmed wife and mother-in-law so ill

Children crying and screeching at will

I bring home a few dollars that won’t go far

Adding to insecurities about being a bad pa

This storm is not just about me, so I look to you

Cos, Lord I just don’t know what to do

Come and fill me with your peace and calm

So I can bring your grace and not selfish harm.”

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