Mother Nature
~Ruler of the Elements~
Somehow amid each tempest,
Whirlwinds running wild,
...His still small voice
It guides me,
Escorts me as His child.
Each twister clouds my vision;
On Him I imperatively depend.
He sees for me and maneuvers me,
Reassuring He sees the end.
So many scriptures resound within me,
Too many for coincidence;
I'm instructed and delivered,
With each prophetic glimpse.
Thirty-six and thirty-seven
I repeatedly read from the Book of Psalms;
Germinating the assurance
That Mother Nature would indeed be calmed.
Many times I've seen the "native tree"
"Spreading like a weed;"
I've watched the plotting, heard the threats,
Seen the gnashing of her teeth.
Devoted to trust in Him,
When the elements seemed to prevail;
Nourished by His faithfulness,
And that He audits the smallest details.
He's full of mercy, full of love,
Quick to forgive the repentant heart;
Yet, aggressively enforcing justice,
Keeping TRUTH as my navigational chart.
He can't be tricked, can't be bribed;
Nothing's hidden from His eyes.
Ever-ready to extend compassion;
Yet, unsusceptible to believing lies.
So, she watches P's and Q's,
Ducks all in a row,
The calm before the storm,
A peacock-strutting show.
All-Knowing God!
You're "mightier than many waters!"
YOU rule "the raging of the sea!"
When Mother Nature sends another storm,
Again, You'll be sheltering me!
This poem is written by me and is covered under copyright law and may not be used whole or in part without my expressed, written consent.
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