Wednesday, June 8, 2011


A sudden quake may strike:
Your innards quiver
Turmoil stirs
Your heart may beat
A little

And breath may be
Short, shallow

And you - you are weak,
An unanchored mass
Of tectonic uncertainty
Who shifts with the slightest
Change in pressure

Hold: firm. There is One
Whose presence is like
Concrete. He knits
That which shifts, and binds
That which shakes.

Let quaking cease. The One
Holds all.

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