Poems (Crandall)/The Heart of the Storm

by Rosa Neil Crandall

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.