The Storm The heavens wept the people slept the earth shook far beneath them the skies ablaze through cloudy haze bright daggers streaked to sheath them the thunder raged as lions caged unmerciless in splendor yet through it all he never saw the storm and all it rendered he wondered how his fevered brow could stand the heat within it in circles paced with heart that raced after a thought to pin it his panic deep slew troubled sleep which now did hasten from him the maddened bind which held his mind now threatened to become him his panic grew and soon he knew it would but overtake him at this late hour with stormy power meaning would soon forsake him his friends had gone upon the dawn the day was long in passing now so alone he should have known the sickness would be massing depression fed and nought he said could slow its dark aggression in prayer he kneeled upon the field and pled for intercession the storm too dark for hopes embark to fly to aid in saving his eyes fell shut his last thread cut the madness then came raving in his minds eye he could but spy a light far in the distance at first so bleak it would soon seek his body in persistance the winds still blew his arms froze through cold's paralysis did grip him the devils screamed and yet he dreamed as death it sought to trip him but soon the light to him did fight against the force that felled him as warmth crept near away fled fear it came to him and held him the healing slow but yet did go a long to restore him the forces close no threat did pose though given chance would gore him his guardian stayed a peace that made all evil round give clearing though from without the angels clout he felt yet minions peering he gathered strength though but a tenth of power once his own a darkened surge came near to purge straight from the evil throne yet then at last the angel cast his spell of power to bind them the demons blind but all their kind still swept close to find them again he knelt great power felt and called upon his God a streaming ray gave light as day and illumined wide a path the evil cringed as flesh was singed they felt from God His wrath the way now made salvation paid he with his guard fled quickly the demons tried with all their pride but fell back weak and sickly and thus in prayer he triumphed there rescued from his own torment His God proved true to send him through on his life's path onward sent (c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison