I had never seen them so turbulent.
Rythm broken, crashing violently before they ever neared the shore.
The only certainty - wildness and overwhelming power.
I was drawn by their terror and magnificence.
I stood in awe and understood what it meant to be tossed and consumed by them.
To be in them would to be lost, and a mighty hand the only hope.
11.30.2005
Wildness
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my father once told me the story of a man who commanded the waves to be still.
They obeyed.
i agree, but u know in this case i didn't really want them to be still. i loved them the way they were. check out chapter 93 of the psalms...
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