The ebb and the flow,
the push and the pull,
the in and the out.
The ocean and the heart,
dancing to make a rhythm of each other.
One so massive with one so small,
who could contend against such a force?
And they merge, and they match,
an ebb and a pulse.
A heart given over
to the stillness of the ocean,
at peace in the arms
of one greater and stronger,
at rest in a presence
that it could never control.
Not sure when to resurface
but content to be carried
to places yet unknown
in a strength beyond its own.
The storm above now a place far away,
the howl and the rage quieted
finds a heart matching pace
with the one that holds it.
An ocean full of love
making a rhythm,
dancing on a current,
in a stillness that is active.
