Beneath

The thorn remained.

Prayer lingered.

And the storm spent itself
against the surface.

But beneath the noise,
beneath the fear,
below the surface
of my knowing,

a deeper current moved.

Silent.

Steady.

Unmoved.

And though the waters above
were troubled,

something below
remained still.

It was there,
my soul found rest.

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