From Chaos Emerges Grace
And down came the rain
in senseless disarray
chaotic runnels twisting
in sullen contentious gray
tides high in tempest
pounding pounding
wrathful turbulence churning
stinging riptide biting
then came the winds
bending trees to splinter backs
calling forth a hundred thousand souls
howling from disconsolate depths
for three days the torment spent.
On the last, a single shaft of brilliance
lit on the land, converged upon the sea
reflected back from one hundred thousand souls
and brought our poet home.
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