The Voice Within the Wave, Into the Hurricane.

The water breathes in quiet sighs

A silver line where daylight dies

The sails hang loose, the air stands still

Like time awaits a higher will

A whisper rides the salted breeze

Not wind alone—it bends the seas

The compass spins, but I don’t pray

I hear a voice within the gray

Clouds gather like a closing hand

A shadow cast by no man’s land

The horizon bends, the colors fade

As if the world itself obeyed

Now the wind begins to speak

Not just sound—but something deep

It calls me out, it knows my name

And every wave repeats the same

“Come forward now, don’t turn aside

You cannot run, you cannot hide”

The mast begins to strain and cry

But still I steer—I don’t ask why

Thunder cracks the spine of night

A holy fire in broken light

The ocean roars, a living throne

A voice that claims me as its own

Closer now, the waters rise

A thousand watchful, unseen eyes

The storm is more than rage and sea—

It feels like judgment over me

Now I’m standing in the scream

Of everything I’ve ever been

The wheel won’t turn, the stars are gone

But something divine pulls me on

Into the eye, where silence waits

Where time dissolves and shifts to fate

If I survive, or if I break—

It’s not the storm… it’s what I make

Or what has made me all along

The hand beneath the right and wrong

The voice within the crashing wave

That calls, condemns… and still might save