In the storm

in the struggle,

in the storm,

as waves rise

and the tempest roars,

i find peace.

It seems a strange thing.

Is it my gift?

Or is it my song?

I sing of the struggle,

but peace are the words.

How strange is this?

I do not understand this wondrous gift

and i give it out for free.

the answers to my questions seem far away,

yet, i am still

and my heart quiet.

My body and mind panic

and yet my heart is quiet,

how strange this is!