Of Life And Storm Poem by Nicanor P. Tiosen

Through the night the storm rages
Wreaking havoc on its way;
Neath a dripping roof bedraggled souls
Are huddled as they pray.

Outside, the wind comes howling
Swaying trees shriek and groan;
Men of naught, midst sufferings
Sigh in grief, in pain - they moan.

When shall this tempest end?
Hours seem to drag on
As people stay listlessly awake -
Waiting for the gray of dawn.

Much work is to be done, one muses.
Mending wind-shorn eaves for a start;
But the promise of a morning calm
Clears the mind, soothes the heart.

Not all in life are sunny days
God wants us all to know;
Rain must fall, lest we forget
To take His shelter, seek His love anew.