While the storm rages on the inside
Crossing the battle line of self, of failure, of fear
Peace floats with the current
In the eye of the storm:
It is a basketful of questions carrying a flurry of striving downstream
After understanding surrenders,
A reluctant giving up
Peace speaks be still inside the circumstance
And it echoes like a heartbeat
When the wind stops its tantrum
When fear lets go of patching the mistakes
A presence of peace
Contagious with rest, sweet rest,
Erasing the lost time, the words left unsaid.
Peace desires to come into each day:
So evasive, yet ever present,
So rare, yet circumstance often overwhelms it.
Slow to speak, slow to leave the stillness,
Where love fills up the thirsty places anew.
Mark 4:39
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