Halcyon

More than your waves

Crashing

Louder than the roar

of your waters

Stronger than your torrents

Sweeping

::

I am pitched and cradled

Taken by the hand

And channeled

Surrounded

by grey sky and dark foam

and maddening throes

Where is the horizon

and a hope of light?

Where is the end of night.

O my soul, o my soul

Here in this tiny boat

water slides over wood

bone and clothes cling

and wrapped arms

Shiver

down to the bottom

Where is my God?

White sound answers

deafens and fills

Eyes blind

with waves grey and green

O my soul, o my soul

I chant

like a melody

or counter charm

quivering

Why are you downcast?

Why do you grieve?

though darkness surrounds you

remember

remember within

the halcyon

remember

and hear

the still, sweet song of grace

Wait for God

::

Here deep calls unto deep*

my soul to the Lord

the depths felt within

reach

to where no depth can hold

and the faint bar of light within

strengthens

to a quiet crescendo

Wait for God

*Psalm 42:8

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