Still The Storm

Why, God, why? The voices cry.
The pleas sound like thunder in the skies.
Like the waves that crash into the night,
There is overpowering, numbing fright.

Why, God, why? The mothers scream.
This is surely just a horrible dream.
But things we worked for are all gone away.
There is nothing left to do but fervently pray.

Then your voice like a tiny sigh
Says "I hear each of you with each tear you cry,
I'm in control and though you don't understand,
These things must happen, but I'll hold your hand".

"The ones you've lost are with me now,
In peace and with no furrowed brow.
My peace I give to you this day,
Because I love you and hear when your hearts pray."

klm -- 9/1-2005