There are times when I feel so small
powerless against these pain waves
the loss of you shudders through me
unmooring any foundation

foundations I make out of sand
and the bedrock of my sore heart
all dashed by currents far too strong
and a wait for you far too long

waiting for Sea of Galilee
to offer proof of miracles
or simply take me to my home
as it pounds me with such mourning
I find myself, unmoored, slipping to sea