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Villanelle about spiritual journey and growth. |
| Cease striving; be still before God’s pure Light, Know His might can tear and wound and repair; Rest in the arms that set the world aright. Though foolish ones stray from the path of right, Because their deeds scattered briars, sowing tares; Cease striving; be still before God’s pure Light. Stray not from the Way in His chosen night, Despite fear like ghouls from mists rising in air; Rest in the arms that set the world aright. Rough travelers often plunge into fights, Leaping from the path, weary of their fare. Cease striving; be still before God’s pure Light. Remember His promises and with fist hold tight, Stand fast as His deliverance nears; Rest in the arms that set the world aright. And you, my brother, listen in your plight, Rely on Him, the Lord of all affairs. Cease striving; be still before God’s pure Light, Rest in the arms that set the world aright. 19 lines |