He is just below deck somewhere, sleeping.
I'd like to join Him--find warmth next to His side, under His arm.
But I can't.
These whale-infested waves are scaling higher,
shattering and leeching ice beneath my skin. And the captain,
the captain is prophesying our death, capsizing our sinking spirits.
But who is this man sleeping within the torrent,
disobeying the screaming wind?
Who is this still dreaming amidst our nautical peril?
There is Peace nearby,
I think I'll wake Him up.
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