Pstorm 16

Of what can I ask of
The Almighty God?

I have committed a million sins,
my transgressions surpass the autumn leaves–
and each, and every, one would have kept me killed
were it not for the Root.

How smart is a man that the Most High God
should trust him?  How wise is a woman
that He should put His hope in her?

Do constellations consult fading flowers?

Whose Hand commands the clouds?
Who directs the path of the storm?

It is futile to long for the way life once was–
for God has not given us the power to change the past,
only to shape the future–right now;

Our actions today echo unto tomorrow,
and throughout eternity.

And as surely as the sun shall rise
in the east and set in the west
so may I trust my Father through the monsoons;
for when the winds of change
redirect the course of human events,
and the hope of human hands has been torn asunder,
faith must be sanctified–to the point of purity.

Joy is not the absence of anguish,
but the hope of wisdom,
the faith of forgiveness,
the living water of eternal love
–a sunrise through the storms.