Peace, Be Still
The Creator of all, knew what was true;
of what His creation consisted;
all characteristics that made up his brew;
and so, He simply insisted.
For the weather He’d made to alter the day;
had quite suddenly come to a boil.
The awareness, within, wanted it’s say;
and threatened, his destiny, to spoil.
Even so, he’d given the winds their orders;
not permitting they exceed their bounds;
His disciples were afraid in close quarters;
spooked by the coming storm’s sounds.
Driven to fright, by the storm’s winds and waves;
the disciples pleaded for their lives to the Master;
for, it’s only the creator of all who saves;
and they begged he prevent the disaster.
The threat that was posed, was not from the seas;
that’s why the Master was still asleep;
it was fear, that brought the men to their knees;
for even the waves had a promise to keep.
The winds and high seas will always draw near;
they persist for a purpose; and exist, they must;
for the Master controls all things, but fear;
and fear may be conquered only by trust.
Most think the Master addressed winds and sea;
imposing upon them, his will;
instead, He addressed the fears within me;
when He said, “Peace, be still.”
Monty 8/13/21.