STORM STILLING

When our "little ships" seem tossed and beaten,Overwhelmed by tempest's tear-filled tantrums,Let us dress downThe winds of willfulness,The seas of suspicion,The waves of weary worry.As did our Master before us,Let us rest our headsOn the pillow of faith,Anchor our hearts "in the hinder part,"The stable ballast of trust,And feel the still standing presence of peace,That awesome stationary power of calm.

—CAROL CARTER

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