Cacophony upon me
A rancor room sans softening
Deafening doom soon offering
If only tuned toward scoff we be

The breeze now wind ominously
Forebodes the surge that swells the sea

Their voices raise, towering tares
Emotions blaze, incendiary snares
Sure path turned maze a thousand stairs
Would seem no way out of these cares

The waves now billow frightfully
Portends the tattered shore to be.

Words intent on resolution
Spur resent, no absolution
Incur a pent-up persecution
Sure to inflict a retribution

The tempest tempts us terribly
What shipwrecks now are sure to be.

The centered now turned cynics
Splintered discourse with polemics
Winter’s the season lest we spin it
Talks they freeze in fractured tenets

Maelstrom’s mayhem crushingly
To damn all peace we’d care there’d be

Yet from the trenches one speaks kind
Gathers cashmere from each mind
Gets through to deaf and sights the blind
Uplifts lost, praises maligned
The lunar pull that changed the tide
These frightened hearts all now confide
In one who made the storm subside

To be like Him, that I may be
The voice that stilled the swelling sea.