Solid Ground Poem by Peter Eliastam

When apprehension starts to coalesce
With terror and our senses are embroiled
In rank unwillingness to acquiesce,
Accepting ground for which we have not toiled,
The smallest inconvenience makes us cringe,
Our vision blurs till rage has overboiled.
Pain, so like a hot-plate on a stove, will singe
Our love, but peace “in Christ” can not be spoiled.
Resurrection living is resilient,
Gracious, all-forgiving, trimmed and oiled
Like an inextinguishable, brilliant
Lamp alight with promises all kept unsoiled
By God, our refuge, fortress, and our home,
It is through Him, corruption that lies coiled
On our appointed path, is overcome.