The Voice That Stilled the Sea

Cacophony upon me

A rancor room sans softening

Deafening doom soon offering

If only tuned toward scoff we be

The breeze now wind ominously

Forebodes the surge that swells the sea

Their voices raise, towering tares

Emotions blaze, incendiary snares

Sure path turned maze a thousand stairs

Would seem no way out of these cares

The waves now billow frightfully

Portends the tattered shore to be.

Words intent on resolution

Spur resent, no absolution

Incur a pent-up persecution

Sure to inflict a retribution

The tempest tempts us terribly

What shipwrecks now are sure to be.

The centered now turned cynics

Splintered discourse with polemics

Winter’s the season lest we spin it

Talks they freeze in fractured tenets

Maelstrom’s mayhem crushingly

To damn all peace we’d care there’d be

Yet from the trenches one speaks kind

Gathers cashmere from each mind

Gets through to deaf and sights the blind

Uplifts lost, praises maligned

The lunar pull that changed the tide

These frightened hearts all now confide

In one who made the storm subside

To be like Him, that I may be

The voice that stilled the swelling sea.