The Most Annihilating Storm

The most annihilating storm that I've ever known is not the one that my eyes see... but the one that my heart feels.

Too strong, too catastrophic, it brings me to my knees.

Not a day passes by that I don't want to kneel and ask Him... wondering if I, only one of His billions of people, He still sees.

But each time I speak to Him, it brings me back to the things that I see in the streets.

Maybe I feel like I'm at my worst,

but I know deep inside, others have it much worse.

Old people without a home.

Children too young to make a living but doing it like a pro.

Sick people asking for a penny, have not yet eaten since last dawn, thin to the bone.

What has my heart been telling me all along?

Has it been filled with lies?

Has it been swimming in vanity and selfishness all this time?

Why has it been dying deep inside?

Has it given up?

But what about the old men and women, the children, the sick people still holding on in the streets?

Don't they have it worse than me?

Aren't their misery bigger than my own vanity, than this selfish hurting I feel inside me?

Always a thought that never fails to bring clarity in the worst of times, fears and ghosts,

For it makes me realize that everyone in this world has a suffering of their own and is the eye of their own storm.

In the end, I've come in terms with what is real,

as I kneel again and speak to Him.

The most annihilating storm is not the one that our eyes see, but the one that we let our hearts feel.