Pitiless Sea

I am lifted, my breast above the torrent. Day breaks - the seasoned breath of your blessing brushes my soul with obeying wind- ripples of joy, encircled grace, widen with the stirring of your hand. Sea bird songs break the vastness, terra firma just in sight. I waft nights long in the deep and dark stilled deception, but the drifting is guided by your piercing helm -ahoy I wake - founded mercy.