Feminine 101

The chill wind has twisted away,

Now glide frail crystals on unseen strands,

Tender flakes guided by unseen hands

The only movement ‘midst white and gray.

Swathed in white my steps are muted.

Closer still clings the bristling frost,

Unspoilt by heedless rush and uncounted cost,

The landscape slumbers undiluted.

My breath mists before my face

Then, it too chases the chill gale,

Lest it be dreaming and peace should fail.

Breathless am I in this quiet place.

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The stillness belies a storm inside,

The whirling eddies of mounting care

Black and threatening spout despair.

I am bent low ‘neath weight of pride,

That assumes a solitary struggle,

And a lonely trek down darkened lane

No helper found on darkened plane,

Too few hands with which to juggle.

Alone on frozen, snow-clad sod,

Friction ‘tween calm and panic blisters.

A memory long-smothered whispers,

“Be still and know that I am God.”

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More rebellious than the stormy squall,

More mutinous than the watery crest,

Is the idolatrous heart in my proud breast.

How easily I forget the Almighty’s call!

I forget it was not my hands that formed,

Or my genius that conceived

All I am, all that I’ve achieved.

Or by His Breath my lungs are warmed.

From peaceful slumber he was wakened,

To calm by heavenly force of will

Wind and waves. “Peace! Be still.”

Obedient, immediate, the tempest chastened.

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All around frosted limbs proclaim, “Peace!”

The wind and the waves obey His command.

Is it, really, too much to trust in His hand,

To submit my worries like the waters to cease?

At last I am still, and my soul can hear.

Over worldly cares no longer stressed,

In Him my troubled heart finds rest.

He is God and there is nothing to fear.

In wintry silence, I hear His acclaim,

Fairly singing is the arctic hush,

Of a good and faithful healing touch,

He holds me by the power of His name.

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