waves and billows

The last day of our week, the rain came and the wind.

It wasn't hurricane bad, but it was enough to take that which provided shelter in the calm and cause it to topple.

The warning flags whipped by the empty chair that, occupied, signaled protection.

It was time to retreat to a high tower, a strong refuge.

From that place, feeling safe, we looked down with wonder.  Together, and alone, we felt the force of the waves and billows.

When it was past, the tower stood, watching.

And in the calm, the storm a memory, we look up at our refuge.

He who made the Pleiades and Orion,

and turns deep darkness into the morning

and darkens the day into night,

who calls for the waters of the sea

and pours them out on the surface of the earth,

the Lord is his name;  - Amos 5:8

The name of the Lord is a strong tower;

the righteous man runs into it and is safe. 

Proverbs 18:10