When turmoil surrounds me I sometimes internalize it:
it becomes inner turmoil. Then I get used to it.
I get habituated. I get addicted
to my own chaos and uncertainty.
But once, on a stormy point—waves crashing—
some seagulls found a spot to sit on the water
where the waves never broke. They rested.
God, give me grace to be at peace, even in the storm,
to let the turmoil pass over me like wind,
to know the upheaval is not mine,
to trust that within any chaos
there is peace that is you—
to rest, even in the storm.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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