He calmed the storm to a whisper and stilled the waves. — Psalm 107:29 That far off rumbling makes me think of mountains and great oceans, the prowling wind through aging rock or collapsing giant waves against a rugged shore, and I strain to hear the tapping, the end- drops, the run-off through the eaves, Continue reading “A Calm that Follows”
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