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Hurricane

A Choice

By John HowlandPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Thunder booms down clashing tides,

the force that deafens as it climbs.

Sea foam bursts of hills gone white,

the waves that crackle with God's light.

Lightly lifting heavy veils,

the weight falls dire as it hails.

Swells grow stronger to their fate

when set their gaze; the dark pools' gate.

At the edge and in the blaze,

a man swims bold set by his gaze:

stares that even winter's might

and set afire seas of night.

This man knows well his blackened hour

and costs of life, should storms devour.

Yet on he flows, swift with endeavor,

"The choice", says he, "stays mine forever".

Called to reckon, made to gain,

live thrashing raging hurricanes

slam and swallow hope and life,

their purpose clear and one in mind.

But dark intents, might and death

are no match for this man's deep breath.

So through his faults, sinks and stills,

each stroke proves worthy of his will.

And when questioned by the stormy sea,

"My reply is owed to God" says he,

"This strife requested, for truest worth

calls each man to find through faith from birth."

"Such grace you have for testing me,

my all to you; my thanks to thee."

inspirational
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About the Creator

John Howland

Just a man who loves the simple things in life: Mountains, music, poetry, photography, and coffee...definitely coffee. Hold on scratch that, now I sound like a hipster.

I hope my words and photos can help inspire your creativity, enjoy!

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