THE RAVING WAVE
I look out of the window and I see the billow of confusion rise above the waves of hopeful conviction. In the height of this dilemma I lost my ‘Rhema’. From the corner of my cave all I could see beyond the wave was a bubbling grave. Will the end of the wave be a grave?
Caught in the rave of the dark wave was a giant ark of purpose which is far drifted off its envisioned course in destiny. For the ark, the future is dark as it helplessly rides on the black tides. I wondered in silence at the corner of my cave, who can pave a way to save the ark from the raving wave?
The turbulence is real and violence is the seal of its deal with nature. Even the heights are put to fright at the sight of the violent strife. Dark as my thoughts are I could see the shining silver lining. I must and I have to reach out to that lining. Salem, king of peace, grab my stretch and give me strength.