*I’m not really trying to turn this into a poetry blog… (not that there’s anything wrong with that, I obviously love poetry) I’ve just been feeling more poetic that prosaic…
Watching dark clouds the midnight crows
Black spots line up in their expectant rows
Spectating specters to the coming storm
Dividing the depth of billowing forms
Carefully they preen inky feathers
though this is not vanity
Rather work to withstand the weather’s
Storms will always come folks (like the storm I may face from my Zoology friends for writing about crows under a picture of Texas Grackles… it’s called poetic license!) Yes there will always be another storm and they may look dark and foreboding, but if our houses are built on rock we will survive, if we study His word and preen the feathers of our souls we will survive.
Whether a storm of conflict, temptation, sin, or even getting caught in sin (right?) I remember that I can’t rely on my own strength, I remember that I have a Higher Power to call on, and that if He is before me, then His power is between me and the storm.
Psalm 16: 8 “I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.”