A Restless Sea

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I stand undisturbed among the waves of a restless sea. A gray sky threatens, growing deeper, darker, more calculating. Buffetted by a bitter, chaotic wind, I am alone. I should bow, give in to fear and anger, beg. Yet I do not. Many wonder how, why, what. I am nothing they expect. Condemned, cursed, and vilified, I defy convention and find peace.

Peace becomes faith. Faith becomes trust. Trust becomes peace.

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