THE EYE OF THE STORM

I feel like I have been spinning plates.

A whole long row

Hurry, one is starting to wobble

Run and catch it before it topples....

Then comes the whisper of the Ancients

Through the sands of time

Calling, calling

"Hear O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is One..."

The longing starts

Deep and deeper still

"I hear you! The Lord our God.....

The Lord MY God!"

And I step inside leaving the chaos

No spinning plates

No sense of time

I find YOU, the One true God...inside the eye of the storm.

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