I Shall Be Still

The devastating hurricane cuts through the lands Pure destruction in its intention. But the gentle promise of peace Is laid in dewdrops of divine scents. The elusive hope of acceptance And comfort from a power greater than fear or pain Battles its way into the very core. He holds my hand But I do not feel his skin. Only the scents calling upon me to be still, Promising oneness. You live inside me, In the dungeons of my disgrace Calling upon me to be still Promising oneness. I seek your consent. Let me hold on. Be gone but I shall be still. I am a reaction But that is not my fate.