The ebb and flow of coastal waves awakes me in the night.
It calls to me, as in days of old, "Let go of fear and fright."
This little cove of childhood days shelters me once more.
Brace yourself, it whispers, afore the tempest strikes the shore.
I see the storm clouds brewing, darkness fills the sky;
churning waves and tears of rage as lightning flashes by.
The gentle lop of yesteryear gives way to crashing, pounding surf;
we are swept along within its tide, torn from familiar turf.
The tapestry is drowning - no, see it clings tightly to the rocks!
Keep heads above the water and eyes upon the docks.
The storm will pass, its fury spent, and peace will come once more.
God's universe will right itself along this wave tossed shore.
