Chaos

                                Swirling twisting writhing

     bands of nothing

     and everything

A seething sea of sand

     threatening to suck to

     oblivion any who dare

     venture close

Caught in the maelstrom

     light and dark

     flashes of familiar overcome

     by strange and frightening

     dimensions expand and contract

     up and down in and out

     no longer helpful

          directions

    

     chaos has no markers

      

And there

     in what might be

     center

          or not

     a table

          spread

     a cup

          full to

          overflow

     a host

          who bids

          “Come and dine.”

All around the

     chaos swirls

But in the

     with Him

     calm

Suddenly it clears

     for just a moment

     and even the

     chaos is found

     to be part of

          In Him

          Life.