tempest in Mind –

i was a calculated Risk, i burst

through thunderbolts and black Rain

to Wash the Earth in

pious Longing -- Jesus

knows me

in my Heart and I cherish Him

with

instep and Faith; these

battling demons flare once then die they

are the chaff

to our Wheat; we are the Wheat -- longshoremen

of intuited Grace

we Reveal ourselves in Silence structured

for Arrival, our Joy

outstretched

and Knowing --

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