The Crashing

This is a poem I started one time and then finished, but I didn't post it. I think this will be a good time to post. I hope you enjoy and are encouraged that even the waves and wind obey His voice.

At first all was sunny and bright

The moon seemed full of light at night

The sun of the day was brighter still

Happiness seemed to be in His will.

And then I saw a dark cloud up ahead

I started looking down instead

The darkness overcame me

First like a gentle dark sea. 

And then the waves of shadows crashed 

I fell, hurt to the bone and slashed

I had missed the turn, gone my own way

I had turned from the Way in the light of day.

This was my own doing and yet

He let me down that road  to get

Of Himself He'd pour out more
More than I could get on the shore.

So, crashing, flailing, crying, blind

He seemed unclose, somewhere behind

I strained to see Him through the mist

But only this, the waves I kissed.

In the darkness I rested on His unseen chest

Knowing that, though hard, this is best

I could not see Him but He was there

Holding every tossing, crashing care.

Then the clear dawn began to break

As heaven opened over the rushing lake

I smiled slightly as I saw the light shine

The wind dyed down, the morning was mine.

The last waves tossed me on the shore

I stood silently shaking. No more.

It was over now so calm the sea

The Prince of Peace stood quietly by me. 

I had seen it, felt the wild rush

I had learned things, now a hush

The sun warmed my shaking bones

I stood calm in the morning tones.

He looked at my soul through my eye

"I am always with you, child, don't cry"

I took His nail-scarred hand and laughed

He was always there, He was the raft.