The Art Of The Now

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There is much blowing, fragments and shards lost in the cyclone tunnel of the unknown

Caught in the wind, currents of cruel pain

But I will hide in the shelter of the storm

No, rest there

And seek Comfort in the calm of the now

Tomorrow blows her unknown winds

Today rests calmly in her now

This calm before the storm

It may be after all

The calm that will remain

As Hope covers the windswept chapped and weary soul.

Joining Sandra Heska King for Still Saturdays and with Oikos Living dot com for True Vine Challenge


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