Tuesday, April 28, 2015


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The Eye Of The Storm
A Poem About Personal Peace

Clouds of white
Drift in rivers
Across blue fields
Above our heads.
Their mirrored twins
Glide over the
Still serene glass
Of the quiet lake;
And become one of the
The Eye Of The Storm,
A Poem
Rare moments of peace
That dapple our lives
Like islands of refuge
Lost amidst
Angry wastelands,
That we filled
With private cyclones
And barren souls.
It is there that
Without a word spoken
The Creator of Heavens
Bids us to sheathe
Our nicked swords
Of toil and labor,
And join him
To lay on the grass-
At His clouds.

Adron Dozat

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