Gentling touch
The storm within must be quelled
and wayward ego cat belled,
that composed like the blue sky,
there remains no cause to sigh.
Dark fears no longer patrol
because we are in control
choosing to dwell in silence,
free from thought borne violence.
Through the ebb and flow of tides,
at all times, God in heart hides,
observing how we react,
oozing love and choosing tact.
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