Steal the Storm

Falling forever 
I break
Into the storm
Of ice, like fire, 
Consuming
     Why does my Lord sleep
     When I call out His name?
     Why does He not steal the storm
     And wipe away the night?
The rain goes through me
Filling like a fountain
Made of clay
Melts away
With every stream
And my Lord sleeps
                                     sleeps
                                              sleeps
Then
Amid the dark of day
The clouds run away
And turn white
Because my Lord
Batted His eyes
And said 
Peace

Written in the 2000s. Revised today. Inspired by the Bible story of Jesus calming the storm. (Found in Matthew 8:23-27, Mark 4:35-41, and Luke 8:22-25)

faith, freestyle, musings, non-rhyming, short