Restless waves stirred by force beyond control crashing beneath the weary ones who ache to stand unhindered
Wind to drive the salty air, stinging the eyes, carrying voices to the bellowing deep.
The sea in full fury, bobbing up and down like Jack springing from his metal box with a suddenness and force so unexpected that screams escape unwillingly as if breath were suggested and impulse merely second nature.
Too weighty we are to reach the harbor
Too tossed by circumstance to avoid the rock and crag of the waiting shore.
Forerunner, save us. Go before us and bring our anchor. Set it firm until we can draw near. Behind the veil, you are waiting. Presence of divine hope embodied in your peace.
The waves will pass but you remain. Draw us safely near you. We’ll wait right here.
“This hope we have as an anchor of the soul both sure and steadfast and which enters the Presence behind the veil where the forerunner has entered for us, even Jesus having become the high priest forever” Hebrews 6:19-20