I'm
in the midst of a storm,
though
safe on the porch
That
distant thunder,
cracks
of LiGhTnInG...
won't
touch me
personally
Not
even the
B nc g
ou in
Hail
Will
hurt
ME
But
it hurts you,
Your
thunderstorm
So
personal
So
unavoidable
You
have no porch
there
is no safety, YOU
are
at their mercy (asifthereweresuchathingwheretheycomefrom)
You've
done your part,
prepared
for the storm,
ensured
the safety -
of
all in your charge
Yet
it's never
ENOUGH
The
storm pursues,
relentlessly
And
absolutely
WILL
NOT STOP
I
can't stop it, either
though
I long to,
and
I'm in it
by
choice
So
I hold your hand, and
tuck
you close,
and
wait
WITH
you.
It's
what friends do.
As
I sat on my porch watching a wondrous display of God's power, and
praying the amazingly powerful storm helps the fires north and south
of us here in Colorado, I couldn't help but think of two friends,
each caught in their own storm. I'm helpless to fix anything, but I
am there by their sides. Sometimes that's all you can do.
