It comes in waves

Having returned from the beach and with the thought of ocean on my mind I am reminded of some feelings that have washed my soul on the shore, only to drag me out again to be tossed in the waves. I am not eloquent or good at writing (hence the title of my blog) but the way I feel right now seems poetic, a sunset on the beach, the waves crashing in, the storm on the horizon and I am all of these. I feel sick in the tossing of the water craving peace to place me on the shore. My heart pounds to the rhythm of the tide and I feel the pull. My soul aches for solid ground. I am longing for the stillness. For the calm in my body, for the calm of the sea to sooth my self pity, to fill me with life. I am in the torrent of my trials. I am danced on the waves.

"Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them." Psalm 89:9