Wind lashes, sand stings, the spray

of the sea arrives unexpected

and booms against the rocks

I lean into the power in the howling blast

I watch the crashing waves

and they speak to my heart

of things that are greater than I

and in one whom I can trust

to keep those that I love secure

–even amidst the tempest

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©Heather Pound 2022

image: Danëlle Moolman

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