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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Calm (emotionally) (09/13/07)

TITLE: A Place of Quiet Rest
By Linda Watson Owen


Sometimes I feel life’s churning sea-waves beat upon my soul,
as currents rise from depths of darkness seizing all control.

Each crashing wave serves to remind me of my mortal state,
and growling seas surround my craft while murmering my fate.

I try to grasp some stable mast, but nothing holds me true.
I cry to skies above the deep that once were clear and blue.

No haven in this storm tossed sea presents a hope or gleam,
as darkness strides with heaving tides and covers everything.

The only light is heaven’s spear that strikes with deadly fire,
scorching to the very core with terror’s cackling ire.

This storm of fear, of pain and hurt, grows stronger with each swell,
as I look up through ocean walls that seem to mirror hell.

How can a mortal bear such fear alone upon the sea?
What can a mere man do or think to save such frailty?

Does God not care that I will drown within a sea of fright?
Must I be swallowed in this pit of panic in the night?

Great God above! Can you not hear? Nor can you even see
the horror that controls my heart and feeds upon my need?

What’s this I feel? A strange new warmth within this savage wind?
How can this be when only cold has reigned throughout this din?

“My Child, I’m here. Can you not see? Nor know My very breath?
Can you not feel My hand on yours? My hand of life and death.”

“Where were you, Child, when this My hand formed oceans where you weep?
Where were you when I hung the stars and planets o’er the deep?”

“Give Me your hand, and I will teach you how to hold me near.
You are not meant to face alone the power of such fear.”

These words rain down upon my soul and flow into my heart.
Their warmth brings strange new easiness into my trembling parts.

I feel the strength of God’s own hand supporting me within,
and then He leads me from the boat and speaks to me again.

“I am the only craft you need to walk on waves of fear.
I am the safety that you seek when clouds of pain appear.”

“I am the whisper that outshouts the thunder of distress,
and I am here to walk you to a place of quiet rest.”

As I obey and step with Him upon the churning waves,
He speaks to me, “Look now, My Child, only on My face.”

No longer do I hear the roar of raging ocean’s rant.
No longer am I flung in fear along dread terror’s path.

For my God walks and talks with me and sings His loving psalms,
as He absorbs all fear and storms and holds me in His calm.

"He got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided and all was calm."
Luke 8:25a NIV

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Sheri Gordon09/20/07
This is absolutely beautiful -- and very comforting. Excellent writing.
Joanne Sher 09/22/07
I love this - so many wonderful, wonderful images (especially those out of His mouth!). So comforting.
Sharlyn Guthrie09/22/07
My favorite line is “I am the whisper that outshouts the thunder of distress,
and I am here to walk you to a place of quiet rest.” You offered many good reasons to be still and calm.
Laurie Glass 09/27/07
What a lovely poem. I appreciate how you took us from fear and anxiety to calm. And the end of the poem was indeed calming. Love the last two lines.
Dianne Janak09/27/07
Loved the imagery here and the contrast.. want to keep this because storms will always come, and this is a good reminder of God's sustaining power and grace.. thanks for this gift..
Beth LaBuff 09/28/07
I'm always amazed at what you can do with words, and then to make them rhyme! It's beautiful.

(love this! -- "Each crashing wave serves to remind me of my mortal state,
and growling seas surround my craft while murmering my fate."
Verna Cole Mitchell 09/28/07
As a judge this week, I found this to stand out as an absolutely beautifully written poem with an awesome message.