Shelter from the Storm

   What had begun as a calm conversation between two men, now has risen in intenseness that the two were now yelling at each other. It didn't take long either, the conversation which had begun reasonably enough, turned as if on a dime, turned into anger and turmoil, and it devolved quickly into what it is now. In actual earth time, approximately five minutes is all it took. 

   People, when did we become so touchy and short tempered, more importantly, why? A spirit of darkness has hung over this land for too long. Clouds dark with fear and despair, now, are about gathering the spreading darkness into storm clouds that bring lightning and wind blown hail. Can you not see it, do you not feel the change in humidity? Mighty thunderclouds which are amassing now above us, they rumble, and they speak a warning of the ever closer storm, a storm like no other in this modern age. Bolts of lightning big as trees, rock like hail blown sideways by terrible winds. A true deluge of damp misery. 

  But there remains still a shelter from the storm. A place of refuge, a place of safety and peace. You cannot deny that you know Him, even though so many have tried so desperately. His voice can be heard from the canyons, a voice like the sound of many waters. He freely beckons to all,  will you still not heed it?