Friday, April 19, 2013

My Shelter

Trees bend.
Neighbor's windmill rapidly spins.
Back gate swings hard open.
Then closed.
The lightweight subject to the rule of blustery blasts.

I watch from inside.
Seeing the effects of invisible gusts.
I hear the howling winds.
Unfriendly. Strong. Orotund.

I view weather from insulated walls.
Safely shielded and kept.

God is as my house in tempestuous weather.
He secures, protects, buffers.
He is my refuge.
My shelter.

I long to dwell in your tent forever 
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.
Psalm 61:4

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