A fragile power

This latest poem has been work in progress for a week or so, having been primarily inspired by a very blustery walk in spectacular surroundings last week, when we spent a couple of days away from the centre up at Knocklayd. The photos probably don't really do justice to the views, and to more accurately capture the experience I advise you to look at them outside with a very powerful and cold wind blowing into your face (or you can just imagine that part if your prefer!)

A Fragile Power

An autumn twilight

Fierce winds whip across the mountain tops

Untamed energy

Nature battered by uncontrollable elements

An invincible, palpable power?

Or is the power

In outstretched wings

That soar on the currents

And choose

Life?

An imposing skyline

Mighty mountains touch the pink-tinged sky

Unyielding rocks

Encapsulating endless time and solid strength

An invincible, palpable power?

Or is the power

In fragile flowers

That cling to the mountain side

And choose

Life?

A deep-seated fear

Spirals of merciless anger and violent retribution

Pervasive terror

Resorting to bloody war and brutal destruction

An invincible, palpable power?

Or is the power

In the humble outstretched hands

That cling to hope and forgiveness

And choose

Life?

God was not in the earthquake

Or the roaring wind

Or burning fire

The fragile power of God

Is seen

Heard

Felt

In the sound of sheer silence

The vulnerable power of God

Chooses

Life