“Shelter” Dark storms come, but we seek refuge in Jesus’ joyous nook of shelter, the still small voice of Delight Leaning on the Mighty arms of the one who remains the same through all dimensions of time and space, Beyond the reach of hypocrisy and the ruthless and, in the forsaken hills of the outcast and lepers, Forever sustaining those without hope or strength - Nullifying the lofty (but muted) speeches (thoughts) of the arrogant and self-serving brutes who sneer at Heaven and crush the hopes of the needy, and who cannot hear (or bear) the voice of the only King of Kings, as He is Exegeting the textured fabric of eternity found wrapping every word that falls from the mouth of the Nazarene. (By Kevin Ott, written for National Poetry Month. Original page here: https://ift.tt/3wynZL4) https://ift.tt/3cUhUkh