by Gibblet 2/23/12
A great hurricane,
fateful, laden in its course,
past and future rent in cosmic torrent;
and I, by Grace, borne within the Knowing Eye.
This, too, shall pass when Oneday a Great Voice,
then, all things are new.
There will I, promised, live.
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