When troubles come and disaster looms
When we are tossed like flotsam
on a stormy sea dragged
and hope is
We like sailors of old, must cry out,
“Lord save us!
Don’t you care that we are
Then at last
He calms the storm to a whisper
Stilling the waves
leading us safe to harbour
Letting us float
light as a feather
in His peace
As we give thanks
with a grateful heart now
© Michelle Sherlock 14/3/15
Poetry techniques: Playing with assonance, enjambment and shape poetry
Written in response to life and Psalm 107 (NLT)
28 “Lord, help!” they cried in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress.
29 He calmed the storm to a whisper and stilled the waves.
30 What a blessing was that stillness as he brought them safely into harbor!
31 Let them praise the Lord for his great love and for the wonderful things he has done for them.
32 Let them exalt him publicly before the congregation and before the leaders of the nation.