The Stillness In Between

The stillness takes my breath away,
That moment in between
The day that's past, the night to come,
And all that's not yet seen.
 
There is such hope in that moment
For what might someday be,
And that I might live long enough
To have a chance to see.
 
The moment passes, I draw breath,
And nighttime settles in.
But I know each tomorrow holds
That same moment again.
 
So I won't give up on the chance
That may have passed for now.
I'll hold, instead, to those moments
That offer more, somehow. 

Beneath the Storm

The world remained in dusky light
Even beneath noon’s sky.
The air rumbled, grumbling in wrath
That the earth can’t deny.
 
Were I a child without the Lord,
I might have wept in fear,
But, since my God calls forth the storms,
I trust He, too, is near.
 
Thus, I can lay me down and rest
Beneath the angry sky,
And sleep without fear as the storm
Slowly rumbles on by.