The Hymns Of The Hurricane Poem by Rowdy Solomon

My orb was peaceful... All serene and traquil
The cool breeze gave me peaceful chills as I tasted the salt air
The sand between my toes massaged my feet with each motion
Perfect was my scenery as I looked at all of my possessions
Nothing could go wrong... Nothing could mess up my perfect world..
At least I thought so...
Suddenly, in an instant... In the blink of an eye...
My world was darkened by storm clouds
The sound of the cool breeze was replaced by thunder
Lightening was my only light to see what was coming.
It was huge... It was powerful... It was... a hurricane.
What do I do now! ? ! I cannot run from it, nor can I escape it.
I can't go around it or go over it. My only option...
My only choice... The only decision I can make...
Is to go through it.
Will I survive! ? ! What precautions do I take! ? !
My possessions! What will happen to them! ? !
No! I must protect what is mine!
I'm not afraid! I will beat this storm!
So now I run... with no forecast of foreshadow of what will happen
Into this raging whirlwind of debris and devastation
The power of this storm... this... this... monstrosity of nature
Is too great for man alone to battle
I lost before I began...
So now, as I am taken captive by this whirling wonder...
My life is in its hands... My life is not my own anymore.
I see my possessions... my life... spinning out of control.
All that I had attained was being ripped to shreds in an instant
I was slowly lowered to the ground by this superfluous storm
I stood in the middle of all of this mess...
It was like watching my life spin out of control...
I saw my house. I saw... my cars and furniture.
But then... I saw a bridge that looked like
It had chips and erosion from being over troubled water
I saw my barn untouched but only spinning in the wind
As if it were shelter in these times.
I saw the shape of the top of this phenomenon
It's as if it were a crown symbolizing king of kings
I was in a twisted water tornado of tranquility
The winds were like a melody and a serenade was played
By the items spinning in its substance from its absorption
It reminded me of old familiar hymns I used to hear
My grandmother sing and hymns I no longer cared for
Now I saw... the real 'eye' of the hurricane.
I began to sing along with the hynms I heard from the wondrous weather
Amazing grace... how sweet the sound.... and What a friend.. We have in Jesus
I finally realized the reason for this once superfluous but now...
Significant storm but suddenly... the storm stopped.
All came crashing down, directed right towards me.
So, I fell to my knees and I could only say 'I understand'
Before everything I lifted up came crashing down on me.
Good thing this was only a dream...
So in times my life is not up to par as I want ir or...
In times I become lifted in things... I can always remember...
The Hymns of the hurricane.