The Tempest

Dear Jonah why have you fled

For nowhere can you hide

I see the paths you take

I never close My eyes.

The wind I’ve had to stir

A tempest deep and wide

Until thou answers, “Yes”

The storm continues to rise.

The sea it roars from deep

Disobedience will take thy strength

And all who are close by

Will feel this sea of strife.

“So turn around,” I say!

And do not run in haste

A city does await

My prophet to show the way.

January 22, 2019