Storms come upon us all
Poverty in weakness a plague to endure
Winds from all directions
Sometimes hot, sometimes cold, often bland
In the midst the heart cries
And wonders “Why?” in the light of truth
Even in the very shadow of His hand;
Why we are buffeted along with all others
The rebellious scoffers, stubborn and blasphemers
The mostly apathetic
Those who mock the Holy Name,
Why the winds and pouring rains
Soak and threaten us as well!
Then, we remember the sifting
Destined season of separation
Everyone “salted by fire”,
As the Master clearly declared;
Each day with enough troubles
Understood as well.
Endurance brings final triumph,
When the mind is renewed
The Holy Spirit reminds
Every early glimpse of the Heavenly Kingdom
And true knowledge settles upon the Solid Rock, within and nearby.
Present difficulties are as nothing
Compared to the perfection soon seen,
What is slowly unfolding
Most beautiful flower that opens in the most beautiful garden,
Prayers as petals reveal the lasting joy of eternal purpose
Personal meaning brought to Divine completion.