sea

Storm Chaser

He was the sun cast adrift
Brine and salt sought to drown His light

The water broiled like an angry serpent,
hungry for mast bones and wooden skin
A plea broke out over the din of the beast
“Teacher, don’t you care if we drown?”

Among acolytes he rose, steadfast and aglow
with righteous divinity
He denounced the wind that cut deeper than the sword
He banished the waves that climbed higher than mountains

“Quiet! Be still!”
He commanded the storm and the storm obeyed
The sea yielded to the sun’s rays

“Why are you so afraid?”
He asked the awe-stricken faces
Fear forms the root from which
all natural affection takes its life

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