Sea is restless heart
Ever churning what’s beneath
Turning tides within
First high, then low, hope ebbing
Till cleansing froth of wave crests…
Midnight’s dark waters
Settle placid nearly still
Rest ‘neath hand of God
Who is, will remain, Sovereign
As when Spirit beckoned Sea
©Pilar Brook, 2024
Beautiful comparison of sea to the heart!
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Thank you!
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