SHARE Magazine April 2017 | Page 33

Screaming into the Wind
On the edge of this blissful shore I stand
resolute and self willed;
The sands beneath my feet are reseeding
and all nature is very still;
Everything that is within me is screaming
into the wind;
I see the billows rolling, folding, piling and
climbing ever still;
Turquoise towers terrify me;
They advance skimming the sky;
My ant-like form is confounded, transfixed,
convinced I am going to die;
Then in that moment of stark reality my
mortality finds peace;
In the sweet surrender that nullifies retreat;
So I dig my toes more firmly into the sand
beneath my feet;
And screamed as loudly as ever one could
ever scream;
“TO LIVE IS CHRIST AND TO DIE IS GAIN!”
Fear flees as praise and worship comes
flooding in;
Carried away by the backwash of the
tempest;
To the sweet Rock of Ages I cling;
My anchor holds secure;
My soul unites with it’s creator on the
mountain top of revelation;
The battering storm is no more;
The spirit is but a whisper;
The welcome embrace of a faithful friend;
New life in me is beginning where I once
thought it would end.
© Angela B. Slack
April - June 2017
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