The waves crash against my shores,
like the worries that trouble my heart.
The mist rises and obscures the land
and the ground shakes,
making me fall and tremble.
No longer knowing where to go go,
I am fearful.
A light springs forth and
the mist melts away.
My path is clear once more.
My salvation did not come from some distant shore,
it was the must that was within me.
I fall asleep.
troubled no more by nightmarish dreams,
I awake, refreshed in the morning;