He Won'T Take Us Out Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

The eye of the storm made a direct hit
As pitch-dark night covered the land,
Everything unseen, all else was unlit
Except the sound of fury as winds surround.

Like a madman pounding his fists on man,
The violent winds unleashed its force-
Blowing at will, playing with its hand
Anything that crossed its deadly course.

Human fear of things uncontrolled
Surfaced as usual in the face of death,
Prayer was used like a wand and called
On God for His aid, His relief from threat.

But He does not stop nor erase the storm!
No calming Hand to come to our pleading-
To our puny wills He will not conform-
Like a genie at our beck and call.. running.

No, He won't take us out of the wind's fury!
But He promised to always be there,
Through the blows and hits, be still- we are surely
Held by the mighty God of eternal power!

All rights reserved Cynthia Buhain-Baello 10/22/13