I have read about the
diciples in a storm.
Petrus walked on the
black of sea depth,
find the amazing in the centre,
of complete and utter calm.
The eye of storm,
however disturbed our minds,
many seem.
The inmost centre in us all,
the truth in fulness.
There is a beiing in any form,
music,nature ,poetry or art,
music the most of them all.
In springtime the courtyards,
of flowering trees.
When gazing up the blossom appeal,
white,pink and colours you adore,
to the clear April sky.
Fill my mind with thoughts.
inspiration Joan Gibson.
(98 Words)
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