“Even the wind and the sea obey Him.”
And I?
I keep on blowing and tossing.
As if He still sleeps in the hold!
“Hush, be still! ” He says to them
And they?
They hear the voice of the King
And hush as soon as they’re told
“Why are you afraid? ” He says to me.
Who, me?
I stand speechless and blushing
That I should merit his tender scold
I just want to steady my helm,
To ply,
Ply calm waters with peaceful sailing,
To keep my bark upright on the flood
“Your faith is weak” He says to me
“And why!
Why stay so restless and tossing
Such is not of me but of this world.”
Even the wind and the sea obey Him
And I?
I yield to the Master of all things.
I give myself to rest in His hold.
(Charlotte Gunther, October 15,2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite verse - it holds such a miracle and such a promise! What manner of man is this - that even the wind and the waves obey him? And your poem is that verse applied personally. So beautiful!