The calm sea comes to the busy street, merging into stillness,
The tide rises to the moment
And all is laid low.
Over the sea, I can see you.
You are over there, and I am here.
Alone in our bubbles.
I can hear through the padded walls.
But the sea cannot tell.
Nor can the walls.
The breeze carries me away
As I feel something strong within
Hope is still here,
That overcomes the unknowing
Of being still.
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Peter Veugelaers was known as a cricketer in college. In 1989, he took on a writing course and was asked what he would do with writing. He said he wanted to help people as best he could. In 1996 he started writing for Giveway magazine as a Christian film reviewer. In 2000, he started to write for the faith-based Challenge Weekly as an article writer while finding more outlets for film reviewing and articles. In 2017, he unofficially retired from writing for publishers in those forms and went blogging.
He also pens devotions, reads every day, and watches cricket when he can. He has recently published a review blog.
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