The Calm after the Storm

As I think, it rushes in—

A river, a torrent, a waterfall

Threatening life or limb

Or peace.

Thoughts come swirling, pounding,

In my head

Never resting—unrelenting.

Voices rush, a flood,

No holding back.

In my head the thoughts pound,

The voices rush.

Tears fall, fall,

Drowning me they come.

“Peace,” a voice screams,

“I need peace.”

But voices pound, thoughts rush,

Thoughts pound, voices rush.

Tears fall.  Peace?

Peace is coming.

“I am coming, coming

Always.”

Christ is coming—peace.