What to do
Without understanding
A risky business
Froth by desperation
To do something
Anything for the sake of busyness
For to do nothing
While waiting out obscurity
Is unthinkable
At times, we run
From the past
Or the present
And at times
Ourselves
Addicted to action
Work, busyness
To escape
What may be living with us
As a haunting shadow
But if we wait
And brave the quiet
To confront our thoughts
Our deeds
We would begin
To see
To experience
Through the troubled waters
Of life or our soul
Our true expression
Our true shape and state
Becomes clearer
And then…
Calmness
Through the clarity
After the storm
I want to stop running
From myself
So I can be free
From the storm within
What if I drown
But what if I don’t
As long as I have Jesus
As my anchor
I cannot sink
With Christ in my vessel
I smile
With peace
At the storm
Musings of a Sanguine Christian Woman 