whirlwind


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

I hold I cling I seek control

my mind seems weak

in torrent roll

a cloud I would expect for rain

is gone

or not

I see just pain

and din of fireworks today

proclaims for me

that I am clay

ears reach but they must wait, receive

as I

for Gentleness' reprieve

for holding, Sweet, is what You do

and cling

my hands

Your fingers drew

my life, my soul

and give me will

not to command, but to fulfill

Your kind design

I do not know

but I will look

peace, Love, will flow

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