Tumult and Chaos,
Textures and noise,
Overwhelmed with the beauty
Found in the disasters
Of life.
No peace
But still calm
Sitting in the drowning
Stress of days
Spent wandering.
Tumult and chaos,
Textures and noise,
Overwhelmed but still standing
Walking on the edge
Of life.
All for naught
Or is it?
Surely time in a crucible
Can’t turn us out
Worse than before.
Tumult and Chaos,
Textures and noise.
Overwhelmed but listening
For the small voice
Of Christ.
All photos taken with a Canon D5500 with the “Night Vision” setting and resized with Picsart.
