When gale and surf
blot out all human noise
with angry roar,
when clouds race through the sky
casting light and shadow,
when the gulls struggle for a landing place,
my heart feels freed and wide
to throw itself into the crashing turmoil,
into the healing arms of these elements.
© I. Beddies
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Published on e-Stories.org on 03.03.2017.