I am afraid.
I seek control
though I am powerless.
Waves crash
rip currents carry me
further into a sea of dread.
I do not know
what dangers lurk
in the depths.
I row harder
oars nearly snapping
under the strain.
Breathlessly, I cry out
Lord, don’t you care
that I am drowning?
In the deafening storm
I hear you whisper
Peace, be still.
Are you speaking to me
or the tempest?
I cannot tell.
The same hurricane
feeds the turbulence
within and without.
Close your eyes.
Breathe, beloved.
Breathe.
Jason Kanz 