The billowing wind, the scent of the sea
The crash of the waves, the sound of silence
The darkness falls, yet stars gleam bright
As seraphs-in shadows-stand guard,
And protect through the night.
My heart beats without life,
My soul-a flightless bird.
My eyes closed to the world
But not the demons inside.
But belief stills my frantic breath,
As doves-snow white-from the sky-descend,
To wake me from an interims death.
Belief holds strong, affixed to a cross,
The Father, the Son, the Spirit.
With all faith in them, I shall never know loss.