Hurricane Path Map | Short Poem No. 21

Show me the hurricane path map.

This is my stage

to show you to the world,

But I have to engage

as I feel your blood.

pumping through my blood;

Your spirit in filling me.

Now, I take on this hurricane.

My soul takes over what I see,

blocking out the thoughts

that my mind wants to devour,

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Now, You’re strength gives me the power

so that I can do anything.

This spiritual adrenaline overwhelms

my usual, timid self,

as rain pelts my face in volumes,

as my body gets heavy

drenched with water and sweat.

I can barely hold my ground

as the winds screams with threats

and with power.

But in the same moment

my feet feel secure

and unshaken in the torment.

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Because this is where I belong,

here in this time

to win

by your design.

And this hurricane didn’t choose me

as I stand in its path.

I chose it

and I’m filled with holy wrath.

Yes, I chose it and

I’m filled with a holy wrath.

Then, for a second, I pause.

In the eye of the storm,

fall to my knees.

and remember where I come from.

Getting up,

I brace for the next round

as this hurriance comes back,

gusts howling in their thrust,

hail scratching at my face

with a hateful disgust.

And the torrents squeeze out

my last breathe

but, from my heart

I growled these words next,

“Though I walk through

the valley of the shadow.of death,

I fear no evil

for You are with me.”

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