Poetry

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I don't know how many of you may have read my poem "Talking Through The Storm." It will be included in my upcoming book. I have to tell you that is one of my most favorite.
I suppose because I could feel every word I wrote. Even while writing it, I felt such a close presence, of the Lord. He is so watchful over us, I know in the many times that I have talked to him, I found that speaking to him while a terrible storm is all about me, is so comforting.
I hope those of you that haven't read this poem as of yet, enjoy reading it. . . As much as I did writing it.


"Talking Through The Storm"


The lightening was flashing

Rain was falling hard and fast

The thunder was clashing

All was dreary and downcast


Sitting near the window

I stared out at the gloom

Only the bright . . . Candle glow

Brought comfort, to the room


As the rain kept . . . Falling

Beating hard, against the earth

Another log, I ended hauling

To the fire, from the hearth


I began speaking . . . Very softly

To the "Lord" about some things

I marveled at the pleasure, that

Talking to Him brings


I could feel His gentle presence

As I talked, for what seemed hours

I thanked Him for the falling rain

For it would bring, the flowers


I thanked Him for the trees, that

Gave the logs, for the fire

I praised Him for the warmth

That I felt . . . In this hour


Then, I rocked a little while

Sitting quietly, in my chair

Enjoying His sweet presence

For, I could feel Him near


The rain became a drizzle

Bright lightning, ceased to be

The fire, now . . . Just a fizzle

Clouds, moved toward the sea


I was thankful for the storm

As it gave a chance for talk

To my Lord, Who gently guides

Through my life . . . As I walk!


Copyright © 2005 Judith Johnson Kypta

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