20 February 2013
Rode the wave o'er the crash
And swept into the bracing bay.
Breezes fall on fevered rash,
Soothing tranquil 'long the quay;
Sweat is gone, made to mist,
Kept far from places angels kissed,
Wrapped in strong, unflinching calm,
Lulled to peace with vict'ry psalm.
Calm After The Storm • Opuss № I