HE STILLS THE STORM
Dark, brooding clouds
Sweep over boiling seas.
Twisted waves dash themselves
Against massive cliffs.
Salty spray erupts in misty columns,
Before rushing back to join the violent water.
Dark, angry surf dashes this way and that,
Unable to decide which way to go.
Lightning-gashed blackness
Reaches to the turbulent sea.
Churning breakers, buffeted by shrieking wind
Whip themselves into frenzied dance.
The majesty of God is passing by.
Created bows to creator,
As He speaks in hushed utterance,
”Be still.” And it obeys.
”Be still.” And it obeys.
Photo by CJ Ortmann
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