My emotions churn within my mind.
Like a riptide,
each ragged emotion pulls me
deeper into the ocean.
My hands find a hard surface.
I grasp it knowing
my life depends upon its strength–
and I must wait.

Even if the storm continues to rage,
even if the light doesn't shine today,
I will cling to the rock
waiting
for the light to break the darkness.

The wind howls.
I can’t imagine an end
to this forever night.
My grip slips.
I crave the peace that passes
beyond my understanding.
I don’t know which way is up
as the waves pound down
and then
He gives me new strength;
my hand finds a hold.

Even if the storm continues to rage,
even if the light doesn't shine today,
I will cling to the rock
waiting
for the light to break the darkness.

Piercing through the violent wind
a calm whisper speaks to my soul–
“Come, my darling,
come deeper, cling tighter.
You bear my name. I am not letting go.
My dear one,
do you truly think this is the first sea I tamed?”

At His command—
the sun breaks through the clouds.
I see the storm did not chase
my Lord away from me.
The wind changes to a gentle breeze.
His light soothes my weary soul
on the day the forever night
finally
reaches its end.