Chaos

I left the church behind me

when I realized

it could not give me

the peace it promised

I looked to the earth instead

the great mother

such serene

solid rock,

sprouting

trees, tall and strong,
hosting

lakes, placid and deep,

creating

the birds, the fish, life itself,

but then;

quakes and storms

volcanoes and geysers

chaos 

erupting 

like tears

from a mind 
that can't take it anymore

so
maybe peace

is only an illusion

and chaos

is the highest power.