Still to Know
(Luke 8:22-25)
And are we still to know that thou art God?
The sea tells no mercy.
Dark powers assail, enthrall,
unfathoming deeps, submerging stars.
As hope gives way the battered vessel groans:
no faith, no love, can see us through this night —
our timber torn, all ballast tossed and lost.
My God, My God!
Shall we perish while you
in the eye of the storm
incredibly, sleep?
But still thou art whom all the waves obey;
A hush descends as gently as you rise.
Softspoken winds meek homage pay.
Under scattering dark our wonder reckons signs
that even quaking knees shall bow
and faltering tongues confess thee Prince of Peace.
Be still my soul.
We shall yet live as wakes
in the eye of the storm
incredibly, God.
Art: “Peace Be Still” by He Qi.
Art work used by permission of the artist He Qi. See more of He Qi’s art and read about his life and work at the He Qi Gallery .
