Like a Galilee Once Quieted

Like a tempest churning upward on seething pinnacles of wind, like a twisting, whirling violence that is too cruel to comprehend; thus the conflict of our nature intensifies within the breast, agitating all distortion as it obliterates all rest. Like waves, loud and wildly clashing, tormenting both the sea and shore, like the mouth of hell enlarging forever craving more and more is the plight of human spirits, hungering always for release, never finding it till yielded completely to the Perfect Peace. Like a Galilee once quieted where Jesus spoke His "Peace, be still," thus the conflict we must forfeit, the raging war of human will. Lost in Him our plans, ambitions, resigned to death the carnal strife, impotent the vicious madness in joyous, resurrected life. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, 1987