Life is akin to an ocean
Her water seems serene at a glance
Like life, her currents shifts its pace
From low tide to high tide like a trance;
Storm causes raging waves to shake ocean's stillness
But no storm can break life's stillness to shield
From the blows of the raging waves;
Amidst the storm, wind is blowing
Gently patting to fathom the deepness
Of God's love through the air, caressing the soul
From the bossom to the heart unto the last strand of hair.
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Amidst the storm, wind is blowing Gently patting to fathom the deepness Of God's love through the air, caressing the soul From the bossom to the heart unto the last strand of hair. it is so wonderful that you come to God in your poems. i like it very much. thank you very much. tony