(Storm Sleeper by Glen Strock)
God sleeps,
yes,
but not like
we do.
God sleeps
like the
rich, dark,
patient
earth
surrounding the
yearning
seed.
God sleeps,
yes,
but not like
we do.
God sleeps
like a
mountain
tall,
majestic,
home to
streams
that run,
rushing
down his
face,
home to the
deer that
wander,
gently
nibbling and
to the hiker
who stops
on the trail
midway
between
valley and peak.
God sleeps,
yes,
but not like
we do.
God tosses
and turns
like an old
man dreaming
a tangled
mass
of what was,
what is,
what will
be.
God sleeps
and is silent,
while the
storm rises
and with it
panic.
God sleeps
like the ocean
depths
unruffled by the wind.
‘Wake up!’
we cry, ‘Wake up!’
and the
earth shudders,
the mountain
quakes,
the old man
sighs and turns in his sleep
while the
ocean grows calm around us.
(a reflection on the calming of the storm in Mark 4:35-41)
Photo credit Here.
I was thinking of Jesus asleep in the boat as the storm raged around him. Such peace. Your poem is beautiful, Kelly.
This is lovely. I am so thankful that He rules the storm.