After the storm

I look to the hills,

But where will my help come from?

Not from the mountains

High and remote.

Not from the oceans

Cold and deep.

Not from the desert

Parched and barren.

Not from the storm

Bent on destruction.

I look to the sky

But where will my strength come from?

From God, who is above me.

From God, who is below me.

From God, who is within me.

Let the mountains of indifference despise me,

Let the oceans of hypocrisy wash over me,

Let the desert of hate burn me,

Let the storm of war destroy me.

God is my help and my strength forever.

Psalm 121, with a dash of Psalm 146 and my own musings.

Beth Webber 3-26-2022