The Tempest

O blessed tempest that churns my soul
with battering winds creating turmoil's attention.
your duty tosses my heart's emotions
without the benefit of satisfaction's end and
consequences within my sight.
too wild and forthright in your skills
you force my limits to seek an anchor-
a Love to hold me fast
for a union always offering more
than my abilities can grasp.
competing for my vision
by imagined outcomes that
ignite confusion's circle,
a daily contest between fear and love
jousting for deliverance's gain
or panic's triumph.
so, tempest's aim has given me a measured cup
to fill my thirst for a fragrance that touches my heart
driving me to seek on bended self
the adventure of His outcomes, not mine
and a courage procured only by faith
in the One whose Love and purpose for me
is proven without question-despite
circumstances' testimony.