CowPi Journal

To Christ of the Waves

8 February 2005, 11 am | Prayer

These Wave
      Are for me
      A Tempest.
I shall perish, lost in an abysmal sea.
Yet,
      For You,
      Like that night in Galilee,
They are a lulling hush,
A Cradle of Respite, Relief
      From the labors of arduous love.
Exhaust me, impel me
      That I, too,
      in this sea,
            Might sleep.

— Neville Ann Kelly