Water in reckless disarray
piles upward, snow-capped peaks
climb to be overthrown—
a tumbling avalanche,
a mountain crashing down.
Tossed thus upon the surge
from heaven to earth’s depths,
my vessel threatens sundering—
its every seam groans beneath
the restless thundering.
Without warning, then, You come,
storm treading underfoot,
by tempest undeterred—
You are the One Who stays
the lightning bolt with a word.
And You pass by upon the waves,
peace trailing in Your wake.
In stillest sea You anchor me,
harbored in Your Presence thus
I find tranquility.
Sr. Cecilia Francis, CFR