The turmoil and winds of emotions swirled fiercely; they brought a tiredness that no sleep could cure. One glance at the starry sky, and the sound of the constant and clean wash of waves on the shore brought hope. The sand was cool, yet warm enough to roll up and sleep in. Moonlight made sparkles and diamonds dance on the tips of the waves, the touch of glory reflected only for an instant then vanished. The waves whispered “be still, listen,” the breezes sang of rest and relief. The glory and majesty of the moon sang of a presence, an ever faithful and true presence. Time stood still, the giver of peace and rest was waiting, calling and pursuing the tired and broken one. In the moment of surrender the inner storm was calmed, rest and peace were all it left. In this peace, that is beyond words or understanding - the Storm-calmer had spoken.
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