By Krista Lynn Weeks
If You say I’m Your daughter, why do I
So utterly defenseless seem to be
Against all storms afire in the sky,
Against all hurricanes that stir the sea?
I’m searching for the eye amid my soul
Where I can go for comfort amidst the tides.
Instead of a calming eye, I find a hole,
A vortex, sucking on blue irides.
I must be more resilient against the world,
Or else I will be overcome by waves
Of wants, desires, dreams, all smashed and swirled.
They have no power when I lock Your gaze.
I hold no fear of the future when I know:
You give Your best to me when waters flow.
Krista Lynn Weeks has been dreaming up stories since she was nine years old. While she enjoys writing poetry, her passion is children’s literature. She’s a member of the Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, and she’s currently revising a middle-grade novel. When Krista’s not writing, you can find her reading and discussing classic literature, singing in church, or tap dancing in the kitchen. She lives in Northern California with her pastor husband and their hilarious cat, Lilac.