With some bluster
Does the wind complain
Drives the sea
And the clouds
To fraught disdain

In these throes do I
Count my many blessings
For the calm
Which stills me
Deep inside

Unlike the waves
Upon the water
And the sky
My mind is quiet
Without torment to promote a cry

And while horizon
Soon the sun obscures
The star within
Shines bright
With everlasting light