Poems (Crandall)/The Heart of the Storm
The Heart of the Storm
There's a beckoning hand in the lightening's flash, A voice from the thundering skies;That speaks unto earth-bound spirit. "Come; Arise, oh soul, arise."
"Mount up on the wings of the rising wind, Leave sordid care for an hour."And nestled close to the heart of the storm I drink of its life and power.
I thrill with each bound of its mighty pulse, Till the soul, rejoiced and strong,With an onward sweep is returned to earth, And breaks into glad new song.