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Sonnet When Storms Of Despair Dare Appear
[after Mark 4:38-39; and Matthew 28:7, 10]
I make a mountain out of each molehill.
I make a room in mind for each despair.
Each crisis brings about a slow, long, shrill
scream that this world is not entirely fair.
I do these things while yet within this flesh---
entangled in its sixty years old mesh.
But then I think about Jesus' perfection
offered in life, and death, and resurrection---
His gifts to us. This points in the direction
of that awaiting, spiritual Galilee
where He has gone before to make, for me,
a refuge from troubles and pests that will,
beset my life. And in that refuge, He
whispers those words of comfort, "Peace, be still."
Starward
Molehill mountains
I can very much relate to this. Figuring I might just be an ant and so those mole hills really are mountains. Good thing the medicine of ants is strength. I can totally understand feeling weak in faith and desperate. The battle between doubt and faith can be extremely challenging. Wishing you the best. You got this!! Love in light
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Thank you for those
Thank you for those encouraging words. There is, possibly, light at the end of the tunnel, just turned up. Thanks again.
Starward