Undertow

I went to the water filled with chaos,
foaming with worry, frothy with fear;
I went to the water cold as winter, opaque as oil.
I went to the water to see your Spirit
spraying the rocks with invisible ink,
animation drawn out of every wave,
unconcerned with eternity;
I sank in the calm that rests beneath
the undertow of creation.

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