Peace…
A raging tempest.
A deafening whirpool.
The cricket stares on.
Mute.
Blind.
Hearing intact.
Loneliness cloaked him
but he was lonely no more.
Blessed solitude…
The cricket stares on.
The velvet blackness around him
Deep fulfillment within him
Strangely empty
The waves crashing in.
Trust ebbing away.
Impending rage.
Gloom.
Finally… peace.
But you were wrong.
Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know His power
In quietness and trust
Father you are King over the flood
I will be still
know you are God
1 comment:
wow... deep thoughts... really deep thoughts. i cannot understand this post to be honest.
Hope you are okay dear Rachel. Still frustrated? I'm always here to lend an ear if u need me ya.
Peace, dear.
=)
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