Your voice there within, like the soft ebbs of tide
Soothing, wearing, continuous
Rinsing away this doubt and pain which wrests me,
Lapping, caring, knowing
Such emotions do fill me
Throwing my mind asunder

But Your waves always are there
To carry my ships to save harbour
The torrent of rapid emotions crashing through
Only to be left weaving and peaceful in Your wake
Always You know what will right my course
And let this raging river run smooth

And though I may feel lost amid the world
I know I rest upon Your waves
Guided by You so goes this current within
And know my life is always Yours,
For it is the only certainty I have.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Lanosian, in the year 141 MA.