– Monday Muse –
Dear One, during the current Covid Period, I was on the phone with a woman whom, until now, always had a hot spark of independence and a very optimistic attitude. But what did I hear in her voice, panic. Panic? I did not have to wonder what had happened to her – I knew. In the fear of Covid…she had lost her senses. I tried to calm her, but she would not have it. No! No! She would not listen to anything which would not confirm her fear.
As I listened to my panicked friend, I recalled a time, before cell phones, when I too was panicked beyond reason. One of our sons had given a ride to a classmate, one we did not know, and long after curfew he had not yet returned home. I had him dead in a ditch. I was scared beyond reason. As I paced the floor, while staying close to the phone, one of our daughters said to me, “Mom, where is your faith?” Her words brought my panic to an abrupt halt. Yes, I knew what it was like to fall victim to fear…to go from rational to irrational.
A few days before that phone conversation, I had received the following poem in the mail. My friend, another one who was fiercely independent, sent the poem with this note, “God bless and keep you and your loved ones safe and healthy.”
The Eye of the Storm
Fear not the whirlwind will carry you hence,
nor wait for its onslaught in breathless suspense,
nor shrink from the blight of the terrible hail,
but pass through the edge to the heart of the gale,
for there is a shelter, sunlighted and warm,
and Faith sees her God through the eye of the storm.
The passionate tempest with rush and wild roar,
and threatening of evil may beat on the shore.
The waves may be mountains, the fields battle plains,
and the earth be immersed in a deluge of rains,
yet, the soul, stayed on God, may sing bravely its psalm,
for the heart of the storm is the center of calm.
Let hope be not quenched in the blackness of night,
through the cyclone a while may have blotted the light,
for behind the great darkness the stars ever shine,
and the light of God’s heavens, His love will make thine,
let no gloom dim your eyes, but uplift them on high
to the face of your God and the blue of His sky.
The storm is your shelter from danger and sin,
and God Himself takes you for safety within;
the tempest with Him passes into deep calm,
and the roar of the winds is the sounds of a psalm.
Be glad and serene when the tempest clouds form;
God smiles on His child in the eye of the storm.
Anonymous
In this time of Covid, and now, this week, civil unrest, it is wise to remember that, “God smiles on His child in the eye of the storm.”
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is
stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. Isaiah 26:3
Blessings,
Susanne
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