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
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