In Fading Light

With faith comes a stillness
despite the rumble and clatter
of a lingering storm
what do we really know at the end of the day…
With letting go, rest finds the restless
tossing of the water
settling, as if hope were being born
what do we really control anyway…
If we feel alone in the universe, searching for wholeness
for some sort of confidence in our creator
may we find our fears drowned a flood of wonder
as His love washes over our selfish soul, worn
yet still living, even as the sun is setting, fading to grey…
leaving us with this dark world, the roar of wildness

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