SteemitPoetry Contest #14 Winds of Words

Wrestling in my soul
For winds of words to calm the storm
The storm ne'er tells from whence it fell
Still billows over me, outraging as a lion

So I sat and stared at Zion
For I know the Lion
Whose look made the storm forsook
Whose raging breath made the sea unrest

So I lose my pain as I lay in your arms
Winds of your words billowing over my soul
Again I am sustained as the sweet balm
of your gentle yet ferocious grace unfold