Swells

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When the swells of my course become contrary,
and the wind roars turbulently to disrupt my life,
the lightning flashes so that blindly I drift in a spiral,
and the thunder breaks through to deafen with strife.

Aimlessly my pattern pulls me so far off my center,
the One who makes the whole journey so worthwhile,
tearing open a wound which gushes inward with pain,
submerging me into the depths of a drowning trial.

It is the hand I need most that dives into the abyss,
braving the stinging peril of my gasping descent,
knowing always that her presence calms and restores,
I'm towed back to her embrace which is truly heaven sent.

♏ ♥ ♊ 

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