Seeing  Through  The  Storm               - a modern poem by David Clure 

a   creature,  I  am  now --

forever I shall be --  and

tethered to this world I live,

each day by what I see.

The whirl of dust obscures

the order He speaks forth --

I need to settle in His Eye,

upon  God's troubled Earth.

Then seated by His side,

I'll  see into His dreams:

His will shall come to pass, in time,

no matter how it seems. 

Oh!   To realize His Peace

amidst this temporal storm.

To be His child, his precious child

His image, not a worm!

It's going to be  good! 

Each wrong He shall make right.

If we but walk by faith not sight,

We'll see God ruling, RULING, in our night.

Copyright 2019  David Clure, from his soon-to-be-released book!