Peace.
It beckons me.
With it’s sweet whisper.
Lapping waves.
Salty taste.
Wild breeze.
Sea.
Calls me.
To rest.
On it’s shores.
Where I find some peace.
To all the turmoil inside.
And outside.
Next to the turmoil of waves.
There is stillness.
And rest.
Awakening Sardis 