Turbulence

Turmoil rules.
and chaos is king.

The hurricane is powerful,
destroying everything in its path,
the edifices of man
stand no chance
against this beast.
But in the centre,
Where the eye is,
All is calm.

The sea is turbulent,
With waves as high
As anything man creates.
The poor souls caught
in this display of power
Now believe in a God
When they were unsure before.
But below the surface
If you go deep enough
The turbulence of the surface
Has no existence.

This, then,
is how I should be
No matter how turbulent
The exterior may be
Whatever the circumstance
There's an inner core
That should be immovable
untouchable.
You know you'll have it
When you act the same way
in benefit and loss.