Within the grasp of the Almighty…
Even men get afraid…
Within my closet I stayed…
Trembling…
As the vortex of clouds swirled violently above my roof
The complete darkness of the room put me in touch with the truth
I tremble in the sight of God’s power
For within the hour of three in the morning I was awakened from my slumber
Lightning illuminated my room and the structure shook from the thunder
Limbs crackled and tumbled outside my window
Warning sirens blared as banshee in the night and left my soul hollow
Shattered by the overwhelming anticipation of devastation
I immediately reacted to the situation by leaping from my bed,
Grabbing my mattress and dragging it up and above my head
Attempting to cover my closet door to protect me from the storm
As I retreated into the chamber of my closet I was gripped by the warm
Stench of uncontrollable fear…
The end was so near…
Yet not a tear would escape onto the cheek of my face
Rather I would sit in the corner with my knees tucked neatly within the space
In front of my chest…
I was blessed to know to call to our Savior and Lord
But the thunder shook the apartment again and before I could utter another word
My insides collapsed…
I relapsed into reaching for the love of my life
I wanted to cry but fear’s unmistakable knife had me locked within contemplation
Inside, my soul began reaching out for its completion
With more intensity than I’ve ever known
My composure being blown away as if it were constructed of twigs and leaves
Within my sleeves I buried my face
And my mind erupted with flashes of the space that was never shared
And in a vision I stared at her..
With the same passion that a man is infused with as he prepares to make love
With the woman he has adored for the very first time…
I needed her…
I needed her arms and the smoothness of her skin that I may bury my face in her bosom
To escape the thought of leaving this life before kissing her one last time…
I needed her lips to touch mine!
I needed more time…
I needed that sublime feeling of knowing that my life was not lead in vain
Instead…I sit quietly as the heavens cried for my cause…
And met my passion….with rain