Now at Rest

I spied that shore, the gritty sand
The water’s foam, the drier land
Treading lightly, upon the grains
The water washed, little remained

I raised my eyes to roiled clouds
The darksome sky, the hissing sounds
Of troubled wave, of windswept air
Smell of salt, wetted hair

The storm approached, demonic power
The sky arose, clouds turning sour
The heated day, broke in a clash
Of lightning bolt and thunder crash

And then it swept, the air now clean
It broke the evil, on which I leaned
Replaced with peace, ‘peace be still’
No longer sad, not soul was ill

Then I walked with lighter step
The sand showed how I leapt
Joy of freedom, ‘neath my breast
Now at rest…..yes….now at rest.