When the sun shines with all its might and power
Earth drifts to unconscious oblivion, shrivelled and dry.
When winds howl loud Crescending lightning bolts rip out
The earth’s crust tranquillity doth birth
You are always here.
Earths may quake tremendous blows, striking through all hearts
But though through moments terror of
You never falter far from every soul looketh up
You’re always close at hand, beckoning us all
‘Look upon this rod of iron, hold stead and fast and true’
‘Just one small act, it cannot be
to simply save us all?’
With faith and prayer within our breast
do we yearn, and looketh up.
But when everything fails me
Does my heart count, still to thee?
You’ve never left my side’.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012