The earth is still turning, the ocean waters remain.
Sounds of fear engulf my heart, saying to the flying gulls,
rest awhile on the sandy beach, till I return to my home with hope.
Along with my friends, we mull over our unkind questions, quivering.
Was it the raging winds, was it a misfit wire, was it a tattered mind
that ignited such unwanted fires? Was it my fault not praying?
The evening brings the setting sun, I sigh and walk back to my hotel,
Facing these numbing thoughts, I am unknown to myself,
who will help my grieving heart but You O Lord.