Icy flames erupt upon
a rolling sea of slate
to etch into the trampled shore
a spineless, whirling gate.

White claws of foam will ****** their prey
and melt upon the sand
to sputter forth an endless roar
that tumbles from their hands.

The Lord will hear my windblown pleas
and catapult the door
transforming fear to thrilling hope
emerging from my core.

A lingering beacon swells in song
to kiss the evening's wings
an amber-gold reflected sun
beneath the ocean's ring.