Rescue from the storm

A storm blows hard through the darkness of my jumbled mind.
Thunder rumbles through my soul, making an end to the storm seem so distant.
As I am at my weakest I feel a hand penetrates the darkness and begin to lead me through the storm.
There is fear inside of me at the feeling of this unknown presence upon me.
I close my eyes and realize that I must have faith.
I must have faith that this hand will take me to the calm outside the storm.
As I exit the storm I turn to see my savior and see only the darkness of the storm from which I was rescued.
Now all I have is faith. For the hand upon me cannot be felt.
But I realize that just because the hand can not be felt. That does not mean the savior is not there.