When I can't seem to focus; When life's fury consumes my soul; Your touch revives my heart. When storms thunder throughout me; When fear eats away at my bones, Your touch becomes my peace. When love becomes brittle, stale, and fragile; When life seems to know no end, Your touch refills my joy. This touch is calm like cooling wind, It sets disease on fire; It reaches into this soul within, And becomes my consuming desire.
Reason for writing:
This poem came out actually after watching the most gorgeous sunset on a Tuesday evening right after a storm. It was bright, bright pink and purple and blue contrasted with the lingering dark storm clouds. On that particular day my life felt rushed, hurried, and drained..God felt nowhere near. But as I looked at the sunset, it reminded me that God is always present, even when we can't feel it. It was as if He reached down and touched my soul. The ripple effect of that led to this poem.
Birth sign: Taurus
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