Born of Inspiration:

Waves crash

over my chest,

pang after

pang of aching

indecision.

Questions, ideas,

murmurings, thoughts.

No peace from

longing and

toil.

The sea inside

tosses and turns

swells and falls

with each

wind.

I maneuver

my ship, my heart

to the shore

where I fly up

the hill.

At the crown

there stands erect

a wooden staff,

a rod with arms,

a cross.

I throw myself

and all my cares

at its foot,

at His feet,

at Him.

Then I know

all is well.

Peace, like a flood,

rushes in.

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time He may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on Him, because He cares for you. 1 Peter 5:6-7