Peace

The sounding surf so surgingly Pounds the sandy shore; The wrathful waves break ceaselessly And ragingly they roar. The howling, whist’ling, whipping wind Blasts a salty sandy spray. Nature has no peace nor rest As I look up to pray. And then I see His star-lit heavens; The soft moon shines above, In my heart and nature there is peace; For He looks down in love. Poetry