The Calm after the Storm

As I think, it rushes in—

A river, a torrent, a waterfall

Threatening life or limb

Or peace.

Thoughts come swirling, pounding,

In my head

Never resting—unrelenting.

Voices rush, a flood,

No holding back.

In my head the thoughts pound,

The voices rush.

Tears fall, fall,

Drowning me they come.

“Peace,” a voice screams,

“I need peace.”

But voices pound, thoughts rush,

Thoughts pound, voices rush.

Tears fall.  Peace?

Peace is coming.

“I am coming, coming

Always.”

Christ is coming—peace.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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