For the Quaking Soul

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Why fly into the storm, tempting fate?

I do all I can to avoid it–to find the peaceful place, the safe place.

But as the clouds foment and winds increase,

you ride the thermals as though it were a carnival ride.

Up, up, and around,

floating,

calling all your friends,

thrill-seeking as the blustering storm swirls its danger.

And I wonder.

Would I find peace in the storm if I could ride the thermals?

Is there a sheltering place unseen to the quaking,

right there in the middle of the tumult?

Hmm.  I’m hearing the Small Voice:

I ride the thermals;

you need only hang on.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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9 Responses to For the Quaking Soul

  1. Vicki says:

    great photo and a good lesson.

  2. dorannrule says:

    Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful!

  3. ly says:

    thank you for that….

  4. How beautiful! As someone who is a self proclaimed Dream Chaser I found comfort in your words. Thank you for sharing ~

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