A pile of rubble, though everything was,
Serene; though all had crumbled to dust...
I looked around in disbelief and awe
Calm now ; at length the storm's passed.
'When and by what benediction,
Did this agony to bliss transform !'
I thought, ecstatic ; unsuspecting
I'd plunged to the eye of the storm.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 4:30 PM UTC
A pile of rubble, though everything was,
Serene; though all had crumbled to dust...
I looked around in disbelief and awe
Calm now ; at length the storm's passed.
'When and by what benediction,
Did this agony to bliss transform !'
I thought, ecstatic ; unsuspecting
I'd plunged to the eye of the storm.
Peril lies close at hand, just when we think we have outrun it.