Jesus Calms The Storm
Stress, strain, grief, anxiety, dejection, and depression
Like tempests, they wrecked the hearts of common humanity
Though it seemed to be from the sea, it's not a transgression.
Each calamity creates squalls that wreck tranquility.
Didn't the disciples put their total trust in Jesus?
Could they not walk with him as children, trusting the father?
Amidst his miraculous acts, why did they feel grievous?
Though they were bodily with him, did their minds flee farther?
Can't God, amidst trials and tribulations, bring about peace?
Isn't the divine power of God active here on earth?
Jesus was sleeping. He was, like a relaxed Zen, at ease.
Couldn't Jesus, despite destruction, bring about rebirth?
Trust! Jesus said, Men of little faith, why are you afraid?
Calm! He said to the storm:. Like a docile steward, it obeyed.
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