Original Posting At http://thenakedalien.blogspot.com/2018/06/chill.html
A great storm churns here within my soul.
A great storm churns deep in my Church.
And a great storm churns apart my Nation.
I strain, to hear his words above the wind:
Suddenly, the wind dies down.
Only now can my great storm
Cease to churn within me;
Cease to churn from me.
(From Mark 4:35-41)
(photography by tiwago)