In the Eye

By Andrew R. Duckworth

On all sides are the winds
Within the eye of the storm,
Seeing trees bend sideways
While sitting still in calm.

Complacency must have no place
Knowing those winds are but
A short distance all around,
The eye wall closing in quickly.

What good is running here?
What good can feet do in a
Beastly world wanting us trapped?
The feet must stay firm

To weather the coming storm,
Find supports from the divine.