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My Chaos

My Chaos I am boiling in oil; My personal catastrophe; Whirring like a western dirt devil; The devil’s got hold of me. I stop – I believe I am called, To look toward a heavenly face, I feel a surge of quiet joy, I rest in this chaos of place.

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Lu Loo

Date: 3/9/2018 6:46:00 AM

how sweet and peaceful. great poem to read this cold morning...:) -luloo

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 3/10/2018 6:47:00 PM

Thank you so much.

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/8/2018 3:39:00 PM

Just remember, Sunlite. In the big picture, today's catastrophe is tomorrow's wisdom. I enjoyed the read. Be well!

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 3/10/2018 6:47:00 PM

Very astute comment, Daniel. Thank you.

Line Gauthier

Date: 3/8/2018 3:29:00 PM

An adorable little poem, Sunlite. Delightful.

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 3/10/2018 6:46:00 PM

Thank you.

Heidi Sands

Date: 3/8/2018 12:27:00 PM

Great turning point in the poem Sunlite. Well done :)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/8/2018 12:09:00 PM

My personal catastrophe is perfectly written, for aren't most catastrophes personal? Well done. And it brings the reader hope things will turn out okay.

Sunlite Wanter
Date: 3/10/2018 6:45:00 PM

Sorry to be late thanking you. But I thank you now.