The Silent Prayer of a Wandering Soul & Still Eyes

The waves of the sea,

up and down,

a rise and fall,

each stroke of the waves,


a floating plank.

If I lay on my back 

these waves won’t over power me.
But who

doesn’t search below and high

to feel control of where the waves fall.

soaks through the middle,

consuming me. 
The stars at night and the sun in the day

let me believe that control

doesn’t define me. 

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