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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Sea-Storms of the Soul

Updated: Sep 20, 2023

Sea-Storms of the Soul

Where the waves break,

Then swallow me whole.

As shingle scrapes

To crush my bones.

Where the currents run,

Then weaken resolve.

As tides pull and push,

To injure my soul.

Where the storms rage,

Then toss me high and low.

As the wind fervent builds,

To extinguish hope.

But now at last

the sea-storms consoled,

A haven found,

a harbour for my soul.

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