If Only

The skies begin to darken as clouds colored dark as death loom over our heads.I can see as the lightning strikes without hesitation illuminating the skies with a warning,a storm is approaching.I can feel the rain descending as if the skies were crying upon me in agony.I hold my head looking for a retreat, to find shelter from the storm.My natural reaction is to run,but deep inside I can hear him speaking to me.I hesitate in doubt,unsure as to what reaction I should make.I can hear his voice getting louder,part of me that is overcome with fear wants to run away,but my legs never budged in the direction of retreat.He knows me,he knows what I am destined to do and he will never let me forget my responsibility,my duty,my calling.......I stand here knowing that his words are spoken in truth,the reason I can not run away.One last time he repeats himself....


You Must Face This Storm Head On.