The earth shook with indecision,
The winds confused the tide,
The sun shone dark and objects dimmed,
The soul was thus inside.
Suddenly, as if the world stood still,
Its equilibrium to regain,
The winds controlled their wildest will,
The sun became a flame.
"Peace", the breezes whispered,
Its breath subdued the sea.
Turbulance resolved to order,
The soul sighed quietly.
©2003 Christy Schaller
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