The Raging Tempest
©copyright 1989 Bonita M Quesinberry
pseudonym: Elizabeth Corvin
Without warning, I was caught up within a whirlwind, spun mercilessly, my senses reeling; my breath sucked away, heart stopping. Then suddenly, I was dashed to the ground, stunned yet breathing, my heart beating; but, I knew I never would be quite the same: for His name and sweet love is His fame.
I was drawn into whirlpool: drawn down, down, into the darkness of his eyes, caressed and wrapped in the silk of his sensuous voice, cradled in the warmth of his strength and power. Yet, abruptly, I was cast upon the sand, barely alive, my heart breaking; still, I understood I never would be quite complete: for He had exacted such a feat, though I turned in retreat.
Violently the earth trembled, casting me about like some lifeless rag doll, pitching me to and fro until darkness swept across my mind: until oblivion stole all thought and groundless fear. At once, I awoke amidst the rubble, my mind clearing and fears chased away; nonetheless, something was amiss: He had left the whisper of a kiss, leaving behind Him a trail of bliss.
It was quiet for a time, until— unexpectedly, the sky boiled black, a deep rumble of thunder roared through my brain, a flash of jagged, fiery lightening quickly piercing a raging storm within. Tumultuous winds whipped flames threatening to consume me. But, once again and without warning, cooling rain fell from the heavens, hid my tears, dampened the fires threatening to consume me. Ah, but embers still glowed, for He was spun of purest silver and gold: only He could dash the coals cold.
The sea rose and fell, ebbed and flowed, pulling me deeper and deeper within its violent swell: threatening to engulf my soul, seeking the very breath of my life with its false sense of quiet serenity in its depths. Miraculously, I was pulled gasping from its cool clutches to breathe deeply of salt air where I lay upon warm sand; yet, I knew the sea still held a claim: for I know his name and my wild fears only He could tame.
Subtly and as only God can do, the sun came from behind that majestic mountain, bathed my frozen heart in its warmth, opened my eyes to crystal, rainbow heavens: awakened my senses to fragrant blossoms and cheerful tunes of songbirds. Clarity! I was confident the ravages of this storm soon would clear: for His was a love I had no need to fear. He would draw nary a tear.
And, as only God can do, He enlightened my mind, revealed the raging tempests as my fear of loving: a lie from he, groundless fear that loving must be a wrenching death of spirit, revealed in each storm Himself gently pulling me free— free to a love tickling. At once I knew: He was that sunlit mountain of a man, deserving of a love as only I can. Though I know not how, somehow, I would be a part of God's divine plan.
Author notes
Most of my early writings, especially those in the late eighties forward, are reflections into the years prior to reaching Yeshua's goal for me— though He had been preparing me for it all along the broad highways and byways and disastrous detours taken; thus, each reveal the battle he, Lucifer, wages with you and me when called to God's love, mercy and salvation as well as our mission on His behalf. Finally, the day came when I ceased to detour and remained on El Elyon's straight, narrow road. Only then did I fully realize how comforting it is, how smooth His path.
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A contest entry
- Deep Thoughts by aboomer.
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Only the love of and for God and Christ is all that matters: today, tomorrow, forever.
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normally, I'm not a big fan of religious peices, because I can't really relate and they aren't exactly the type of poems I enjoy. That being said, this was a great write, given the subject, And you conveyed your message very well. Also, in this you did something unusual and unique that you don't often see in prose, by rhyming the few last lines. While it's clever I think in some stanzas it takes away from the writing because it almost seems like you're trying too hard to rhyme the last sentences. Either way, this was a beautiful piece, thank you for entering and good luck.
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Actually, when this piece was penned, there was no intent to rhyme at all. I think it a mere coincidence
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What a wonderful piece of writing Bonnie - so full of emotion, vivid images, depth, great message, truth.....
Very nicely done!
thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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WOW, how can I say this is too long when I hoped it would never end. what strikes me the most is the relentless clarity with a message so strong and true
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So moving, every emotion, a stirring of my own spirit, very deep thoughts. Loved it once again. Blessings.
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This is just so starkly captured, revealed, expounded; Oh, how we travel the wide road, when its upon that narrow road lies our peace, life, liberty, etc...God help us to only realize what matters most and only you have deeply touched my core with this one, Sis Thank you for sharing it with me
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Gees, Sis, you've been running all over my library! Thank you so much for all the comments and, of course, the encouragement that keeps me penning God's Truth. The hardest part seems to be convincing people that Truth is Love! Hope you are well . . . and not too tired from rummaging around in my library.
Tons of love & hugs, SisBon
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Thank you, Sis, yes, I am in God's hand, therefore I am well-no matter what the outside circumstances appear to be saying to the contrary, I will accept nothing but God's word on the subject of my life...if He says all is well, then I will just find myself a way to second His opinion-so help me God. People should just get this truth is love fact of life...naturally, for its from the 'pores' of Truth that love runs...those who will to do His will will get this, I suppose the others never will lots of love...yes, I enjoyed visiting with your writings tonight, it was all a pleasure for moi, sometimes one needs to 'treat' themselves with some of the finer things of life, I got good vibrations from those writings of yours that I partook in....thank you so much
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This is a kaleidescope of scenes tumbling over each other in such a fashion you can hardly keep up with it all. It's hauntingly beautiful and gives the message. It's good Bonnie, you really penned a wonder.
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Awww, thank you, my darling brother. I'm sure you realized that the storms were all within, though there were times it felt as if they raged all around me.
Much luv & hugs, SisBon
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