OCEAN WOMB

Storms fight across the water

Raising waves that build then crash

Roaring, tumbling, disintegrating

Only to be pushed again by tempest winds

Jostled, rising, building

Up and down

Up and down

Below the surface waters are less turbulent

Rising and falling in shallower movements

Still pulled and pushed by the effects of the wind

Still roiling, moving, agitated.

Further below movement lessens

The weight of the waters above

Press and flatten the rising and falling

Creatures retreat here from storm.

Deeper yet waters are still

Unmoved 

Peaceful

No movement of storms 

penetrates here.

Safe

Calm

I desire to dwell 

In the depths 

En-wombed

In the ocean of His love

Where storms cannot touch.