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  • CFR Sisters

You Pass By

Water in reckless disarray

piles upward, snow-capped peaks

climb to be overthrown—

a tumbling avalanche,

a mountain crashing down.

Tossed thus upon the surge

from heaven to earth’s depths,

my vessel threatens sundering—

its every seam groans beneath

the restless thundering.

Without warning, then, You come,

storm treading underfoot,

by tempest undeterred—

You are the One Who stays

the lightning bolt with a word.

And You pass by upon the waves,

peace trailing in Your wake.

In stillest sea You anchor me,

harbored in Your Presence thus

I find tranquility.

Sr. Cecilia Francis, CFR


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