Calming the Tides
by Michael Robinson © 2021Calming the Tides
Can he that told the woman at the well
Of all her life, her husbands and her friend,
Whose voice could calm rough tides and reprehend
Tumultuous waves and menacing high swell,
Had witnessed long past ages, could foretell
The temple's ruin, history's last end,
Give the blind new visions of light, or mend
Limbs that had never walked, whose words dispel
Shadows of infamy, who suffered death –
Can he not name and number every breath
Of love or cowardice, contempt, disdain,
Measure the morning dream of guilt or pain,
Counsel the broken heart, the surging will,
The mind's inconstant currents to be still?
