Finding Peace – In The Midst Of Storm
As the darkness approaches, in the belly of the beast The very crucifix, has no mercy, the demons abound much Cantankerous, it may sound, yet
As the darkness approaches, in the belly of the beast The very crucifix, has no mercy, the demons abound much Cantankerous, it may sound, yet
As I stare, with total bemusement, at all events happening This very land of ours, The Beloved Iran, where have thou gone Through much audacity,
With everlasting patience, and the spirit of reconciliation in sight Words are not sufficient, no my darling, but the anger still prevails The bruise of
In the midst of discovery, the very flavor of inquiry Beset by many questions, regardless of the outcome The beauty of clarity, all clothed with
At the edge of life, endlessly passing The joy of love, all embracing, yet quite not fulfilled The wonders of creation, beckoning our very spirit