
I decided, after having directed your attention to the tormented language of men like Dave Hayward, Spencer Burke and Tim King, that we deserved something enjoyable by way of contrast.
I enjoyed this by Christina Rossetti and wanted to remind everyone what a blessing language can be and how pleasantly a thought can be expressed.
I will tell you that the title comes from Habakkuk 3:8, but I won't ruin it for you any further.
"Was Thy Wrath against the Sea?"
The sea laments with unappeasable
Hankering wail of loss,
Lifting its hands on high and passing by
Out of the lovely light:
No foambow any more may crest that swell
Of clamorous wave which toss;
Lifting its hands on high it passes by
From light into the night.
Peace, peace, thou sea! God's wisdom worketh well,
Assigns it crown or cross:
Lift we all hands on high, and passing by
Attest: God doeth right.
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