She’s praying.
Eyes closed,
Feeling cold
Her sobs the only voice.
Tears trickle down her cheeks.
To her mouth, tasting salty.
Down it fell,to her Bible
Her favourite book,smelling damp and old.
She’s listening.
“Peace,be still” it read.
Whispering calmness to her ears.
Tasting better than honey in her mouth.
Tempest roaring, her boat’s swaying
But she’s seeing her Master
Who’s holding her tight
Close to His pierced chest.
A smile bloom on her face
Eyes simmering hope
Her old Bible spreading
An aroma of Heaven.
