(Hey, and it's a Sunday morning over here, I'm too lazy to complicate my life with rhymes, meters, or ballads. So this poem is dedicated to the fears we have for a possible war coming???)


Why are the skies blue no longer.
the clouds gathering in clumps of grey,
where moments ago there were
soft wisps of gossamer white?

Why do the winds whistle
more loudly than before,
shake the trees to their very roots
gentleness giving way to violence?

The ocean waves rock the ships to terror.
The small fishes hide beneath the surface.
Not in sight are the dolphins
leaping above the waters.

And I, puny creature, stand dazed,
while the world teeters on the edge of madness.
I look down from a precipice, wavering,
should I just jump into oblivion?

BUT - if You, my Lord,will take my hand
I shall fly with style and dignity.
I shall walk calmly above these troubled waters.
I shall need less of myself and more of You.

IF YOU BUT TAKE ME UNDER
THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS, LORD.