Life’s seas rise up in rage,
pounding waves rip and curl.
yet the Lord’s voice is there,
mightier than thunder and lightning;
mightier than Maelstrom’s fierce breakers,
the Lord on high is mighty;
stilling the storm to a whisper,
chaos’ tumultuous waves lie hushed.
written in late response to the Quadrille prompt ( #23) at dVerse poets