Oceans don't listen
Too busy shapeshifting.
Restless and deep
They're never asleep.

Are you blue or gray,
A fierce sea or calm bay,
A tempest by night
Or sailor's delight?

Rising up from the brine
A thought so sublime,
'Neath fathoms of sea
She beckoned to me.

"I am boundless and restless,
Choppy and formless.
But now and forever more,
Like you---
I'm carried to shore."
     G. Hill

Faith is the vessel that carries us to the shore, regardless of the storm.       
                           Gift Gugu Mona

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When you go through deep waters I will be with you. Isaiah 43:2