The sea of angst whipped by winds of fear
Wash angrily over me,
Drowning me in tears
And confusion.
Rescue lies out of reach,
The distant shore beckons,
But, I cannot reach its refuge;
My strength weakens and wanes.
Wave after wave pound me relentlessly,
Stinging my eyes, blurring my vision;
The salty froth engulfs me
In despair and in unquenchable pain.
Hopeless and alone, I cannot endure for long.
How have I managed to
Founder in such a disturbance,
A storm of my own creation.
Speak, Oh Lord, and the tempest will abate.
For the wind and the seas
That torment my soul and my being
Obey your divine command.
