Though the Sea is Raging
Though The Sea is Raging What is it about the high seas that cause such havoc in my life? I am going along pretty peacefully and wham the wave hits with a force that feels like it's going to capture me and take me under and out to the deepest, darkest, most frightening place it can find. One such event that recently came crashing into my being was the death of my sweetheart. I have never felt such pain in my entire existence here on this earth. It was as if I was being tossed around in the violent undercurrent with no way to escape; completely encapsulated with fear and pain, I wasn't sure I would come out alive. Then the sea washed me to shore and I was so bruised and bloody I could hardly walk. So I sat there and cried like a baby and then cried some more and some more, until there was not another tear that would spring forth from my swollen eyeballs. OK, so I guess I established "It Hurt" But the other part of the story is there was a power all