When the gales of life
Beat against the rocks
And causes an erosion
Upon fertile foundations of soil.
When surrounding problems
Are stronger than a breeze.
From the love for eternal life
Comes total stillness
To calm the mighty forces of nature.
Footsteps are heard
From within the clouds
To give the justifiyng assurance
Of no labour is in vain
And repetiously replenishes
To your soul and mine
The reverberate conformity.
To be faithful and prayerful
And to stand still old soldier.
Cecelia Weir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/circumgales/
