The Calm Poem by somebody else

The Calm



The earth is full of so much gloom,
causing the feeling of impending doom.
Weakening knees, with strength that caves,
because of floods, quakes, and massive waves.
Violent storms and tornatos fierce,
and every sense of peace, these terrors pierce.
Knowing full well, it is but a taste,
a warning, there is no time to waste.
For it is much more, than just natures course,
these are the works, of a mightier force.
A sign of the times, as it is stated,
known and told by all, who have patiently waited.
For it is when things look bleak, and the future grim,
that a revelation comes, to return to him.
And in this darkening world, he is still the light,
and blessed are those that regain their sight.

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