turmoil spews its howling winds
and trouble spits its fury
on every side I'm pressed
with fear of thunderous crushing
which does not come
for in the whirl of fiercest tempest
there's an Eye in funnel circling
keeping watch and undergirding
granting peace with calming Word
that knowledge cannot grasp
Author notes
"My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." John 14:27
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A contest entry
- Quickie, 30 minutes, 10 entries, 50 Words. Beat The Clock! by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended September 9, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wonderful take on the prompt!
Best of luck to you with this one my friend!
Jeremy0826 -
Beautifully written with depth and emotion, loved it
Hugs, Bunny
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This is another of your beautiful and thoughtful short poems. They are always a pleasure to read. One tiny correction. "It's" is possessive rather than a contraction and should read "its". Good luck in this contest. Peace, Liz
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NICE verse here,good luck in the contest,MM
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Your prompt! A snippet from one of my pieces that I rather like. Take it where you will
"inner peace invaded
with the fierceness
of Mongol tribes
burying feudal thoughts
beneath temples
of self-awareness;"
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